Neil Kramer explores friendship, love, and sex, and the dangerous art of writing about it.
He lives in NYC. He can be contacted at neilochka on yahoo.
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Category Archives: Literary
“Help me to the window,” said the old man to his aide. “I want to show you something.” The old man put his face to the window, like a kid looking into a candy store. “You see those two buildings … Continue reading
The hardest job in this motherhood gig is watching your son in pain, and knowing that only time will heal, not your motherly touch. Brett was a boy on the cusp of being a man, and hugs from his mother … Continue reading
“Be careful with the wheelchair,” said Ruthie. “I’ve been doing this for 25 years. I know what I’m doing.” said Beth as she wheeled her older sister through the tiny kitchen and into the dinette, avoiding the tear in the … Continue reading
I’m a third generation New Yorker, but I’ll be the last in my family to live here. My son has other plans. “Lift me up so I can see the stars,” he said to me on Second Avenue at night, … Continue reading
It was not a good third date. Sheryl had high hopes about him; he was a perfect gentleman on the first two outings. But he changed tonight, as if he had gotten some bad advice from an ex-fraternity friend on becoming a … Continue reading
The year was 1972. Eddie was working at his father’s hardware store in Chinatown when the People’s Republic of China Peking Circus came to town as a cultural exchange arranged by President Nixon. It was a busy in his father’s … Continue reading
Oh great, all weekend my Facebook feed was filled with your damn Chrismahanukwanzakah trees and decorations and menorahs, and your obnoxious kids singing in their school choirs, posing as clean-cut, as if we didn’t know they spend the rest of … Continue reading
My name is Eduardo Ruzman. I am a professional wedding photographer, with a studio in Chelsea. I shoot weddings of the most prominent members of New York society. I make a very good living. But my real vocation … Continue reading
The statues stood silent, dusty and broken in a lonely storage room. “I told you this was the wrong place,” she said. “Robert’s gallery is on the fourth floor.” I never liked Robert Altbrook, her pretentious artist friend, the type … Continue reading