A Death In The Family by Ian Curtis She screamed when she opened the door and saw the end of all her dreams, and the beginning of all the nightmares that started the moment she saw the shell which used to be him, dangling in the air above their kitchen table.
Review of the movie, White Lightenin’ 2009, written by Shane Smith of Vice Magazine White Lightnin’ tells the story of Jesco White, ‘The Dancing Outlaw’. Jesco (Edward Hogg) is the last of the Appalachian Mountain dancers. Ever since he was a child who was hooked on huffing gas and lighter fluid, his daddy D Ray […]
Review of Joe Satriani â€“ Black Swans and Wormhole Wizards
“The productivist obsession of the West has plunged the world into a crisis which can only be resolved by a radical shift away from the ‘ever more’, in the world of finance but also in science and technology. It is high time that ethics, justice and a sustainable balance prevailed…”
Lone Egret by Kathleen McCann Classically stagy, goose-neck elegant, riverâ€™s third eye. Pencil thin head. S for a throat. Skeleton of a saint. Plodder, preening posturer. One foot, another. Up from the dank weeds.
Stained Felt Mat by Pat A Physics Bright felt was spread along the dashboard.Â It was there so that it would not get so hot that Bunny couldn’t steer her car.Â There were mascara prints on the felt dashboard mat from when she had to make some corrections during her beautification process. This was part […]
On Gifts For Grace by Bernadette Mayer I saw a great teapot I wanted to get you this stupendous 100% cotton royal blue and black checked shirt, There was a red and black striped one too Then I saw these boots at a place called Chuckles They laced up to about two inches above your […]
The First Annual New York Poetry Festival takes place this weekend in and among the green lawns, rows of London Plane trees and historic brick houses of Governors Island. More than 130 poets from across the country will read their work. Here are some of the reading groups that take the stage during the weekend’s […]
Radio Man by Frank Scarangello The radio shop door was always open so us kids could hear the song . We’d hang around some Summer days beside the sound coming through the screen. Songs ’bout yellow roses in Texas or waltz dancin in Tennessee. No songs of Brooklyn roads. The radio man finagled with his […]
Gravity by Louis Jenkins It turns out that the drain pipe from the sink is attached to nothing and water just runs right onto the ground in the crawl space underneath the house and then trickles out into the stream that passes through the backyard. It turns out that the house is not really attached […]