Contours of the Irreal: Paintings by David de Biasio

Although it may strike a theorist as paradoxical, the artist’s sole response to a moment such as ours—with its ideological cowardice, its reflexive violence, its prurient spectatorship—is always to exult in using the most voluptuous and rigorous resources at hand, to offer the public something that will be the equal of our condition, with unbounded […]

Sensitive Skin 13

Presenting Sensitive Skin 13, the Crime Special, featuring a multitude of criminally insane artists and writers. Sensitive Skin 13 features original fiction from Peter Blauner (Slow Motion Riot, The Intruder), Thaddeus Rutkowski (Violent Outburts, Haywire), Robert C. Hardin (Distorture), Carl Watson (Backwards the Drowned Go Dreaming, The Hotel of Irrevocable Acts) Matt McClaren and B. […]

Flack from Taylor

A President who makes war Against and on Behalf of the Worst of the Arab world. Who sells the country to the Japanese government and its subsidized corporations. Who is a mealy-mouthed lying bastard Banker. Who doesn’t give a shit for his dog except as a vote-getter. Welcome to 1992— Mayor Dinkins, who is a […]


Kiss of Kind

Virtue and Fear Stare at each other in the mirror, They feed upon & tease each other Until neither one remembers what it used to be. That mirror’s name is Vanity, It can make a body live in harmony With an improbable costume Or it can make life hell, A reflection of itself that is […]


Erasure, The Lotus Eaters, Ulysses*

BY LORRIES ALONG SIR JOHN ROGERSON’S QUAY past Nichols’ the undertaker’s. Eleven, daresay. Sent his right hand with slow grace over his hair: Where was the chap I saw in that picture somewhere? Ah, in the dead sea, floating on his back; It’s a law like that. Curriculum. Crack. It’s the force of gravity of […]

Some of My Friends

“Some of my friends don’t know who they belong to.” Dipsomanic daytrippers kicking it in small motels on desert mornings dancing a june bug sonata percussive staccato legato flowing smooth and certain as a river Gram Parsons wailing through the walls infinity blue skies emptiness surrounding emptiness storm light orange as a flagman’s vest Chet […]

the perfect child

i am a descendant of those that have survived for centuries & my mother wanted me to be the perfect child i am still amazed that people know how to make doors their ingenuity baffles me way beyond that of a beaver & its dam a beehive full of hungry workers an ant colony or […]

Other Body Parts Are Worthy of Attention

“My problem is I’m both attracted and repelled by the male organ.” —Diane Keaton, Manhattan     I hope you don’t quote me as saying I like your sexual organ, she said. There are better things   I’d like to be known for – like being a good listener. I don’t have a special relationship […]


Poetry Toys

Yes, there are bobble- head dolls of Poe, but where are the action figures of Auden?   Bob Ross, oil on canvas, 24″ x 30″, 2014 by Samoa Moriki –Sparrow Sensitive Skin 12 available here in PDF format here for just $4.95, or get

Our Heavy Metal Life

Sometimes I like to imagine that my family and I are a heavy metal band, playing gigs in the southern states, riding in a big tour bus that has skulls painted on the side, and a big decal of the grim reaper wielding his scythe on the rear windshield, moving east on Interstate-40 out of […]