I left Brooklyn for California four months ago, which is long enough to get used to buying wine at the grocery store, but short enough that I still remember things like what a real bagel feels like (tough) and where to wait on the G platform (the middle) and when a true gentleman should sit down on the subway (never, according to my friend Tony). I miss all the obvious stuff: friends, taxis, foldable pizza. I knew those would hurt, and they do. But I didn’t know I’d miss clouds. (Image via pixabay.)
My bike is a silver Suzuki (Metallic Mystic Silver, to be specific). I named her Roberta, and I love her.
What in the whole wide world is better than Eloise? Or: Eloise, the best hotel book of all time.
Ralph Martin is a writer, sometime journalist and a practically professional party host-cum-man-about-town (Berlin, that is). The story of Lydia and Ralph's providential meeting begins, as all these things do, at Bar Drei on a rainy Thanksgiving eve...
Samuel Solomon grew up in New York City and spent his twenties in Los Angeles before moving to the U.K., where he is Lecturer in English at the University of Sussex. He completed a PhD on socialist-feminism and innovative U.K. poetry at the University of Southern California and is co-translator of The Acrobat: The Selected Poems of Celia Dropkin (Tebot Bach 2014). His essays, poems, and translations have been appeared in a range of US and UK journals, including differences, Décalages, Journal of British and Irish Innovative Poetry, htmlgiant, Hi Zero, and Lana Turner, and his chapbook, Life of Riley (2012), is available from Bad Press. He is Co-director of the Centre for the Study of Sexual Dissidence.
To cap off Oyster Week, we look back at all the brass-edged Oyster Bars we've known, near and far.
