Lee Matthew Goldberg

Waiting for the 6 train at Union Square, normally a hurricane of activity, dead at four in the morning. Cory worked the night shift at The Inn in Gramercy Park,...

The woods behind the Pike’s house, labyrinthine and majestic, but dark and secluded, held a fascination for Alan and Daniel. After school, they made it their ki...

I am over four-hundred years old, a Danish descendent who was burned at the stake (well, attempted) by Christian IV, a potato-headed man with a stupid beard tha...