James Reich

The Peacock Feathers Whose eyes fanned evil from the house, petrol Blue at the edge of green, the lapis on the lawn Of the Raj, now we drink tea at summer’s end In a pinched house where a man has died, you’re So...

Ron Kolm

I worked in the Strand bookstore with Tom Verlaine. He invited me to CBGBs the first time his band, Television, played there. Punk was born that night. I ended up getting into a fight with my date and we left ...

Peter Dolack

We interrupt this program to bring you this special bulletin Two automated observatories inside the orbit of Mercury Have now confirmed the news The Sun is going nova All life on Earth will be extinguished in eight minut...

Greg Masters

JACKET WEATHER Mike DeCapite Soft Skull Press, New York City, 2021, 258 pages, $16.95 Senses attuned walking through the city: the crispness of the sounds, the grittiness of the incongruous assembly of buildings and sto...

Valery Oisteanu

A chandelier of clouds twists over the mountains Signaling the launch of the morning But that will not end my dreams Which refuse to stop the apocalyptic nightmare The invisible reality lies undetected by the senses L...

C.O. Moed

Fall-down drunk that he was you pumped O’Grady’s cock from desperate semi-soft into hard from hope into love Eventually, eventually And then finally Took you years in church basements on folding chairs ...

David S. Wills

When we think of Hunter S. Thompson, many ideas may spring to mind, from drugs and guns to hyperbole and brutal political satire. On those rare occasions that his work is given serious consideration, we acknowledge obvious t...

Marc Olmsted

“New York is a head without a body. California is a body without a head.” - Vincent Zangrillo “You sound like a cowboy, only intelligent.” - Vinny’s friend to me Return of the Jedi wasn’t really any go...

Robert Kramer

The Concert You recall that certain moment during the concert at the lakeside spa where Kafka once had stayed, in the mountains north of Prague, when--after the voluptuous melancholy of a sentimental Viennese waltz-- ...

Doctor Stupid

I WANT TO EXIST is the long-awaited, brand-new EP from the mysterious Doctor Stupid (not a medical doctor, but they have a PhD in Stupid). Not much is known about them, other than that they are a singer/songwriter/musician a...

Patrick O'Neil

It’s hard to find a vein when you’re driving. It’s even harder to find a vein when you no longer have any. Shit, my veins used to stand out like well-torqued E strings. I could just feel around with my fingers. You kno...

bart plantenga

Luke discovered Sophie’s latest map, “LUKE’S BRAIN – XXX DESIRES & FANTASYS & BEAUCOUP DE RIEN,” taped to the perfectly fine desklamp he’d rescued from the street. Sophie hated that lamp, the kink in its aluminum...

J. Boyett

On Christmas morning of 2020, in Morrilton, Arkansas, enough hatred was exerted in the living room of David and Nancy Dunbar, and in a focused enough manner, to raise a Krzllgian Fleshbeast and zap the whole family into its ...