A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
Charlotte Jackson
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
Turned out the man at the bar
was a neighborhood guy;
grew up around here,
back in the day.
He and Tim got talking
about the bad old days,
before “Bed Stuy, Do or Die”
was a motto on a...
It’s Like This
D. James Smith
It's Like This
Coming when I call my daughters
two fortune tellers wet heads wrapped
in towels sit down with their tumble
of questions nearly fitting the puzzle
I’ve made of myself yes they’re ready
offering thei...
Ted Nugent Says
Cassandra Dallett
Ted Nugent Says
All hunts are pure trophy meat fun.
Ted says every sacred part of precious animal
meat, claws, skull, sinew, body fluids, blood,
organs, teeth, skin, hair, tongue, eyeball
are renewable.
Ted say...
Passion Sunday
Amy Barone
Passion Sunday
Furtively, I watch him wipe
blood from tracks on his arm
before I leave for Palm Sunday Mass.
He swore he didn’t — only pot,
which he grows in a closet.
Still. Leaving wasn’t going to be easy....
trump defeats kanye
Eve Packer
trump defeats kanye
reads the newspaper headline
a cartoon kanye holds up
on the cover of the sept 14th
newyorker, and tho i am
a huge b blitt fan, it makes me
mad, no hint of 9/11 and why wld you
gift the donald ...
Walking With Difficulty Through the Snow
Anton Yakovlev
1
An old man walked his black dog past a courthouse
on his way toward some memory indicator.
A faint bouquet barely hidden under his coat,
he watched the world with anniversary eyes.
They passed a dry steering wheel...
Detroit Punk Photographs
Sue Rynski
My work is about rock and roll, specifically the rock and roll environment(s) I live in, the subculture. In 1977, just after art school, I fell into the art-and-punk Detroit scene with my friends Destroy All Monsters (the ro...
Just A Little Bit
Puma Perl
I had to shit on someone to make this money! shrieked Lani, I need you to get me off! Now!
Lani had translucent skin and tiny, spidery veins. Usually, I could find a place to hit her but she’d done some serious damage o...
The DEAD MAN
Julius Klein
(Bus routes, train routes, walking patterns and thinking jags)
Riding the #22 Clark Street bus north on a fall evening in Chicago, 1978, getting off at the Armitage stop, descending the few stairs to the oval expanse of p...
Joined at the Hips
bart plantenga
When you hitchhiked back then, before it was redefined as criminal trespass – and dangerous – you could get around OK and once in a while catch a ride with someone you would never have met in your regular life. [Do not t...
Scab Vendor 39 – Sins of the Father
Jonathan Shaw
Jonathan Shaw is a world-traveling outlaw artist, novelist, anti-folk hero and underground philosopher, writing in the literary tradition of Celine, Bukowski, Henry Miller and The Beats. Once widely-known as a legendary tatt...
Cabin
Francine Witte
Every night when the sun sets, I see her. Just over my shoulder like a blind spot in the rearview. Always. Been like this forever. I tell this to my best friend Al, and she laughs her giggly laugh, the one that makes me ...
David West Drawings
David West
Strange Neighbour Gallery in Melbourne is showing some of my work in Australia for the first time, focusing on my portrait and music drawings, along with the excellent work of Ruby Knight.
The portraits are done li...
The Vampires of Pattaya Beach
David Huberman
Cat woke me up. I immediately looked at my dollar fifty alarm clock. It was twelve noon, with the sun shining through our windows. My little sweetie was jumping up and down like a Mexican jumping bean, spitting and cursing i...
Jessica Anne Schwartz: Instinctive Formalist
Alan Kaufman
Jessica Anne Schwartz, a purely Left Coast Cali artist, decided, last year, to up and plant herself in the very heart of New York's Chelsea art district where she maintains a large studio filled with her paintings, drawings ...
