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Sunday Read: ‘Dziadzi’ by Natalie Gergich

by | 6.16.13 | 1 Comment

Photo for Bushwick Daily by Renee Ligtvoet.

Photo for Bushwick Daily by Renee Ligtvoet.

Dziadzi (For My Grandfather)

By Natalie Gergich

sometimes I go down to the cellar
and I am awed
by the cold and dusty domain of mason jars fur coats plastic bouquets.
they sit on shelves with sad anticipation, dormant as forever through the mild months of May and June
when I would pick agrest and bring the berries to the turquoise kitchen.
Dziadzi would notice the pink of pride in my eight year old cheeks, smile and wink one of his watery blue eyes.

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Sunday Read: ‘Beauty’ by Jenna Briedis

by | 6.02.13 | 0 Comments

Illustration for Bushwick Daily by Josue Ledesma.

Illustration for Bushwick Daily by Josue Ledesma.

Beauty

by Jenna Briedis

My heart is elsewhere.

In pieces, waiting.

My soul is in a chest cave,

threaded by a song,

a promise of belly laughter,

and anonymous beer kisses. (more…)

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Take a Bushwick Personality Test to Take Appropriate BOS Walking Tour

by | 5.28.13 | 3 Comments

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Which BOS Walking Tour Is the Right One For You?

How deep do you want to sink into the Bushwick Open Studios scene this weekend? Don’t even know where to start? Enter our Super Bushwick World. We’ve created a handy quiz to help you assess a plan of action for BOS, and pick which one of the three walking tours is the right one for you.

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Sunday Read: ‘Havemeyer in Bloom’ by Nathaniel Kressen

by | 5.26.13 | 0 Comments

 

Illustration for Bushwick Daily by Ariel Braverman.

Illustration for Bushwick Daily by Ariel Braverman.

 Havemeyer in Bloom

By Nathaniel Kressen

By the time I conceded, there were already white freckles multiplying on the sidewalks, as if in alabaster suntan. At a generous estimate, the limbs arching above the street had twenty-four hours left in bloom. The sweetness lingered in one’s nose after heading indoors, recalling the neighborhood’s savored bits of redemption in the days before gentrification. I retreated from my apartment to the financial depths of Manhattan, reluctant agenda in mind. (more…)

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Sunday Read: ‘The Janitor’ by Samuel Hernandez

by | 5.19.13 | 0 Comments

 

Illustration for Bushwick Daily by Michael Shaeffer.

Illustration for Bushwick Daily by Michael Shaeffer.

 

The Janitor

By Samuel Hernandez

He mops and sweeps the floor and the time passes. His thoughts are initially for getting through the morning.

Classroom 1A is empty so he goes in there and starts stacking chairs on top of the tables. They tell the students to do this job. After class, the teachers stand up front and tell the students to put their chairs on top of their tables. Depending on the grade, these children lug heavy chairs above their heads, always in danger of concussion and heavy fracture, and they slide them on top of the chairs.

Mr. Martinez slips his head in while he cracks his neck and wipes his head from the accumulating sweat. It’s a year where spring lasts three days and then moves on, overcrowded by zealous winter and threatening summer. There is heat from the laughing sun, and from the tiny bodies of so many children packed into a school. “Do your fucking job,” Martinez says. (more…)

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Sunday Read: ‘Light Switch’ by Adam Cecil

by | 5.12.13 | 0 Comments

Illustration for Bushwick Daily by Tina Yu.

Illustration for Bushwick Daily by Tina Yu.

Light Switch

By Adam Cecil

there is a light switch in my bathroom that does not connect to anything.

i would like to think
(romantically)
that instead of being a dead switch,
it connects by a mile-long wire to a lightbulb in a woman’s apartment,
maybe in brooklyn. (more…)

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Sunday Read: ‘The Skin of a Cat’ by Sam Corbin

by | 5.05.13 | 0 Comments

Illustration for Bushwick Daily by Shanon Weltman.

Illustration for Bushwick Daily by Shanon Weltman.

The Skin of a Cat

By Sam Corbin

It was the first day in April. It was brisk. It was a little overcast, but with the sun peeking out just enough to make its promise for the day: good times gonna come.

I didn’t echo the sun’s sentiment. I was feeling somewhat under that very weather…but somewhere in the distance rang out the Accio of academia, and it was as if by magic that I came to slip on my combat boots and greet Stanhope Street with the squint that can only come from the sudden experience of partial blindness.

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7 Cinco de Mayo Ideas for Bushwick & Beyond!

by | 5.03.13 | 0 Comments

By Jenna Aranda and Katarina Hybenova
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(By Jenna Aranda)

… If you are like me - half Latina, half Gringa, but all drinka - then Cinco De Mayo is amateur night. In the spirit of St. Patrick’s day, this is a holiday where no one really knows the true meaning behind it; but as long as you are drinking everything makes sense. Es verdad. This year Cinco De Mayo falls on a Sunday, which is brunch day. Brunch is my religion, and I ain’t no amateur.

So go ahead and grab the ethnic threads of the Tijuana multi colored poncho, sombrero, and drink Cuervo Especial like it’s your first college party. ORALE.

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Sunday Read: ‘Of the Scales’ by Brittany Hutzel

by | 4.28.13 | 0 Comments

 

Illustration for Bushwick Daily by Josue Ledesma.

Illustration for Bushwick Daily by Josue Ledesma.

Of the Scales

By Brittany Hutzel

In the violet minutes of the morning, the fisherman emerged

Avoiding his enemy resting by the fuchsia shore

Avoiding the heron, diving sharp as a scythe

To gather, he did, the mermaid scales

Lying plentiful and aquamarine in the velvet icy emerald water

Finding none now made of gold, he threw them back, defeated

And made his lunch, a pie of teal Japanese pumpkin (more…)

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Sunday Read: ‘Eavesdropping’ by Frances Gill

by | 4.21.13 | 0 Comments

Illustration for Bushwick Daily by Jeremy Nguyen

Illustration for Bushwick Daily by Jeremy Nguyen.

Eavesdropping

By Frances Gill

One night in January, after weeks of psychedelia and miles deep into his psyche, the dark blue clouds roll up into themselves, and one man is alone on the street – left with an empty sky and the tunneling echoes of this world’s previous inhabitants. And so, high as fuck and untethered from reality, he treks downward, following the past.

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