This post was written for Eventbrite. Concept: My Dream Comic Con. Event planners, take note! And if you ever decide to plan this comic con, I’ve heard that Eventbrite has helpful tools to register your event online and grow your attendance. I can think of one guaranteed attendee!
We were sandwiched between a little old lady with a shopping cart and Harley Quinn. Two stops ago, Harley stepped onto the train, spotted my Harry Potter cosplay—reppin’ Ravenclaw, of course—and the best friend’s Game of Thrones T-shirt—identifying herself as the Mother of Dragons, naturally—and plopped herself on the seat next to me with an excited “Hi! I’m going to Comic Con too!”
As Harley and the best friend chattered over the latest mind-blowing season finale of Game of Thrones, I adjusted my blue and bronze striped tie that peeked out from under a dark gray cardigan. The neat Windsor knot was the result of countless replays of How To Tie A Tie—Quick and Easy Steps! on YouTube and several cries of frustration. I smoothed down my matching gray pleated skirt and brushed invisible dust off my black Mary-Jane heels. Continue reading “Jade Goes To Comic Con! Sort Of.”→
The rickety ladder of the fire escape swayed as he climbed. Paint from the rungs peeled off and stuck to his palms. The metal cans clanged in his backpack, but he kept up his steady climb.
Reaching the rooftop, he hoisted himself up and swung his legs over, rolling onto his side with the ease of someone who had done this many times. He allowed himself a moment to admire the sight: luxury condominiums touching the sky, the 7 train chugging along, and a bird’s eye view of the living collage of graffiti artwork that covered the walls of the building he was standing on. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] The Mural”→
This is where I started, on the cold streets of New York, with the subway station to my right and a homeless man to my left. For years, this view of concrete and brick was my view as I hopped on the A train away from Brooklyn. I had a corner of Manhattan where I set up my guitar and sign: PAYMENT ACCEPTED IN SING-ALONGS, IMPROMPTU DANCES, AND SMILES.