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
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
After we spent all afternoon moving his equipment across the street, Gideon took a wad of money from his pocket and handed $100 bucks to each of the other guys in the crew. They promptly headed to the Fiddler to … Continue reading
Hello, there! I’m so glad to be here with you for this afternoon’s TED session. Haven’t the other speakers been amazing? Just outstanding! Today, I want to talk to you about confidence. True confidence has become the cornerstone in a … Continue reading
My name is Joseph. I’m a novelist living in Manhattan. My latest novel, “Upper West Side” was skewered in this month’s New York magazine by a young, feminist book critic. She called my female characters “cardboard cutouts” and “male fantasies” … Continue reading
“What’s that ring tone?” asked the customer, a young black man with dreadlocks. “It’s an old song. From the 60’s. When I was young.” Milt sold shady, refurbished, jail-broken cell phones from a corner in Astoria, Queens. Everyone from the … Continue reading
On the third day of my honeymoon, I knew my marriage was a mistake. Scott and I were in our hotel room, in bed after a long day sightseeing in Paris, when I looked over at my new husband. He … Continue reading
All summer, Josie observed the flitterings of romance between the library patrons. While working behind the cold marble reception desk of the reading room, Josie saw how the most unlikeliest of bespectacled readers and gaunt researchers succumbed to the power of … Continue reading