Ben GoodwinWhere There’s Smoke There’s DesireNew York, I love you, but can you do something about the smoke?Jun 7, 2023Jun 7, 2023
Ben GoodwinNew York Needs to Grieve Before We Can “Get Back to Being Fun”New York, I love you and I’m so sorry for your loss.May 25, 2023May 25, 2023
Ben GoodwinThe Wild GirlsEarly in the morning, I catch a glimpse of these mysterious womenMay 9, 2023May 9, 2023
Ben GoodwinViolence or Creation?I’m no good at inventing people. It’s probably not something I should admit since I write fiction for a living, but it’s the truth all the…May 1, 2023May 1, 2023
Ben GoodwinTelling StoriesIt was two in the morning, and as the cab meandered its way across the island her stories simply slipped out.Sep 1, 2020Sep 1, 2020
Ben GoodwinLions and GazellesAs the frat boys roll into the Lower East Side––their collars popped and their Docksiders worn with salt water from the deck of Daddy’s…Aug 27, 2020Aug 27, 2020
Ben GoodwinNew York, I Love YouNew York, I love you, but I hate to see you this way.Aug 26, 2020Aug 26, 2020
Ben GoodwinA Short Guide to NYC Organized By Time Instead of LocationIt’s two am on a Sunday, and Fanelli’s is mostly quiet now. If you get in before last call you can sit quietly at the wooden bar and laugh…Aug 13, 2020Aug 13, 2020
Ben GoodwinHell Is Other WritersMeeting other writers can be a dangerous endeavor, but at least in our case, it was intentional.Jul 7, 2020Jul 7, 2020
Ben GoodwinFinding New YorkSitting outside on Sixth Avenue with a coffee and a paper I don’t feel real.Jul 6, 2020Jul 6, 2020
