drmstream[writing]

a place for things that don't have a place elsewhere

She was an angel”

She’s young here, not yet 20, and her future isn’t writ­ten in her face. She’s expe­ri­enced sad­ness. Her father died when she was young and her fam­ily was reduced to a mean exis­tence, the froth and friv­o­lity of a town life erased by the shad­ows of ten­e­ment rooms. But she’s smart, pretty and deter­mined. She’ll continue […]

A place where stories were never meant to end

By the begin­ning of the 20th Cen­tury, Brooklyn’s die was cast. A thriv­ing sub-metropolis, annexed to one of the great­est cities in the world, its nexus grav­i­tat­ing inex­orably to the three grand bridges that con­nect it to Man­hat­tan. Brook­lyn was a stag­ing point. Ships car­ried goods into its pro­tected har­bors. Pro­duce came in each day […]

Kerouac’s roar

I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in oth­ers but give them life, and not only life, but that great con­scious­ness of life.“ — Jack Ker­ouac The first time that I read On the Road, it took days for the roar to sub­side. The world Ker­ouac painted […]