Sunday; June 8, 2014; 11:53AM

“The dark is darker over here.”

The dark has shades of you in here.

Loving and Leaving Her | Entropy Mag

Dear Joan,

I read Goodbye to All That a couple of days after I had moved down to Stuyvesant Town from the Upper East Side. Yes, I’ll admit, I read it a few years too late, but at least I got it done. I was a Los Angeles transplant who had landed in New York City a few decades after you, ready to make it as a writer. I moved around from Murray Hill to SoHo to the Upper West, until—finally—I found a home in Yorkville. (I guess I was always more of an Upper East kind of writer.)

Tick Tock: I Wrote This For You | Black Clock Blog

It was the only time I had taken a Metro-North train from Grand Central up to New Rochelle alone. It was the 4th of August 2012 (a Saturday night), and that’s when it all began.

Saturday; July 12, 2014; 7:31PM

But behind every “will you come?” lies a “please” inside a broken prayer.

— neni demetriou

How To Keep New Year’s Resolutions 101

This was the first of my New Year Resolutions; and this is how I really broke them:

#1 Love Her Better

We woke up together and she complained her shoulder hurt. I told her not to worry because it was Monday morning and everything feels twenty times worse on Mondays (scientifically speaking), but she still pouted and I kissed her lips before running to the bathroom. When I returned, she was clutching her tummy and kept murmuring about her shoulder.

Thursday: July 24, 2014; 1:31PM

“Some books just hurt too much. ‘I’ll read you when I’m ready.’”

— neni demetriou

Saturday: July 26, 2014; 4:39PM

“How to swallow I love you without it burning the inside of my throat?”

— neni demetriou

Epitaphs and Tweets | Slice Magazine

It’s been just over a year since I tweeted, “Master of Fine Arts in Writing from the California Institute of the Arts: Check.”

It’s been just under a year since I tweeted, “Well. Just landed in New York.”

Ceci N’est Pas Une Cirque | Trop Magazine

This past summer, I had the thought of buying tickets for “Zarkana” by Cirque du Soleil in New York City for my boyfriend and me. Okay. So maybe I didn’t just have the thought. Maybe I kind of had already bought the tickets. But that’s beside the point.

The Strand: My Funny Valentine | Black Clock Blog

“If I’m going to write about The Strand during February then I’m going to do it right. So “My Funny Valentine” starts to bleed into the shortest month with the carnival giving this red month an eerie air of celebration. Yet it is love and eros that resonates in peoples’ minds. And that is why I’m writing about The Strand—my darling, independent bookstore in New York City—where on the corner of 12th and Broadway I started to fall in love.”