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What I Did Today, Part II

Ron Kolm

It’s been a week or two since I posted the first of four essays from Dan Waber’s What I Did Today Chapbook series (published by chapbookpublisher.com but, as it turns out, not available from them – to get a copy you ha...

My Grandfather, Nobility, and Sour Cream

Michael Aanavi

Whatever you end up doing, love it. The way you loved the projection booth when you were a little squirt. —Alfredo in Cinema Paradiso My mother used to tell me we were descended from Russian princes, that I was royalty...

Matt and Mark Enger’s “Streets of Glory” at Christopher Henry Gallery.

Marguerite Van Cook

I first met the identical Enger twins, Mark and Matt at the well-known artist’s bar Max Fish, on the Lower East Side of New York. They were wearing civil war dress that shocked the Northern sensibility, but their rebelliou...

Matthew Firth — My Kinda Suburban Pornographer

Mark McCawley

"A guided tour through an urban menagerie peopled by society's outcasts, truants, and misfits -- adrift in a sea of humanity, putting in time, but cursed from the start. Their only solace found in booze, casual sex, myster...

Literary Outlaws, Bad Asses & Underground Writers

Mark McCawley

“…true Unbearables realize that there is nothing to sell out other than that overstocked warehouse of lost dreams we’ve all been carrying on our backs for so long they’ve taken on the aura of that immortal 5000-po...

BEER MYSTIC Burp #9: Beernuts are People Too

bart plantenga

You can make a lot of friends on social networks if you’re into beer. You can do that quite adequately in bars as well. You buy a few elbow jockeys a round of canned goat urine and you might have friends for life, the kind...

Lean on Me

Jose Padua

Back then sausage, eggs, hash browns, and toast cost under three dollars for br...

Dag-a-Man Leanty’s Dumpe1

Robert C. Hardin

(hav’ na byn compos’d by Byffe, Bairn an’ Nagel, nae dead a’ sea)2 Aie, nae, dance th’ auld dag-a-man leanty3 Er mae yer goggles a-cyrl, An’ slag-a-mum4 dyne On th’ bulgewark o’ thyne, Wharfor’...

An interview with art therapist David Gussak.

J. Boyett

A few weeks ago, I had some fun here dishing the John Wayne Gacy show in Las Vegas. Then someone calling him/herself LL posted a comment pointing me toward a website with lots of information about the show and I figured that...

For The Saints And Angels, Miles Davis, And You

Jose Padua

Miles Davis was a skinny motherfucker, a bitter and often mean man. I have always been a little on the stocky side and while o...

BEER MYSTIC Burp #8: Eddie Don’t Do Beer

bart plantenga

No, Eddie Woods don’t do beer, he does white wine, anything above 3 euros is just fine. Pinot Grigio or Chardonnay is more than OK by him. Not before 5 and thereafter, he switches to red – Merlot [EW correction] or Beau...

145 South 4th Street

Sean Flaherty

In the span of three months: my friend's wife died in a car accident, his infant son was diagnosed with brain cancer and the company where he worked for twenty years went belly up. Considering the fragility implied by this,...

Gil Scott Heron RIP

City of Strangers

I discovered Gil Scott Heron the summer of 1991, after I returned to Montreal following a riotous five months in NYC. It was the first time I'd lived in the city, and I felt like I'd caught the tail end of an era. In one s...

What I Did Today Chapbooks

Ron Kolm

Dan Waber is a terrific poet, and he owns a bookstore in Pennsylvania: Paper Kite Books on 443 Main Street, in Kingston. He also publishes several lines of chapbooks, but the one we’re interested in here is put out under ...

Crack

Jose Padua

I can’t tell whether the flowers are falling or floating in this painting just as I can’t tell wh...