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Three Poems by Eve Packer

Eve Packer

146 she has red hair this girl, in an upsweep, sitting on the third step of the fourth floor in the hall, at 146— big sweat, first rush, head shoulders body back eyes thru ceiling shrugs ‘sometimes you g...

Matty Jankowski, RIP

Ron Kolm

There was a posting on Facebook on Saturday, January 12th, by Joe Maynard, an old friend, saying that a buddy of ours, Matty Jankowski, had just passed away in Florida. It was a very moving tribute, and it also contained a l...

A Kind Of Love Story

Jennifer Juneau

A Kind Of Love Story Walking along Avenue A I was kind of drunk It was kind of desolate and kind of late All the stores were kind of closed And there was this guy who kind of looked like you He kind of smiled I kind ...

THE COMPUTER ARCANE

Jack Hirschman

1. To have this at one’s fingertips, the whole world before one and it not be zero—, that’s the humbling meaning of this revolution one’s a part of and one’s been party to for a long time now, at firs...

Sensitive Skin Best of 2018

The Editors

Welcome to the fourth (fifth?) annual Sensitive Skin Stuff We Liked From Last Year! Remember, it's not limited to items that were released in 2018, just thangs we dug the most in 2018. Of course, there will be disagreemen...

Review

Fourth of July in Gotham City

Maria Koby

I had a tradition of celebrating the Independence Day with a twist. It’d start as the typical celebration - hot dogs, BBQ meat skewers and corn with cheap lager and wine at a friend's backyard or rooftop, discussing how ma...

The King’s Hashish – 1971

Tsaurah Litzky

You pack twenty bricks of black hashish from Lebanon in an empty air canister as part of your scuba diving equipment. We call it the King’s Hashish because every brick is stamped with a gold crown. You ship your diving equ...

Number 109

David Huberman

I would never admit to being interested in sexual conquests for the sake of showing off. But I was indeed part of the First Wave of 'wide eyed men’ of the James Bond Generation, who desired wickedly beautiful and sexy wom...

Meme Drift

Carl Watson

West Midtown, when empty, could seem like an ancient old growth forest formed of concrete, granite, iron and glass. And like such a forest it had a dual nature— peaceful yet simultaneously seething with hidden aggressive l...

Story

Drunken Turkey

Marc Olmsted

We got along and loved each other the way people do who share an interest in drugs and alcohol and sex. We loved each other in an animal way. We never got married but were together a total of 7 years until it finally f...

school of night 19

Bruce Weber

the monsters have taken over the house they’re crawling through the refuse of broken trays of paint walls and temporary screens they’re delegating authority passing their power on to the masks who remove me from th...

The Auctioneer

Bernard Meisler

My wife showed me the back of a circular, junk mail. There was an ad for an auction the next day. A police auction, items confiscated from felons. Jewelry, artwork, gold coins and such. It was at the community center, right ...

DISPUTABLY 8TH STREET

Joel Allegretti

DISPUTABLY 8TH STREET W. 8th Street, Greenwich Village, N.Y. June 2018 PRIME RETAIL SPACE FOR LEASE Domino’s SPACE AVAILABLE State Farm PROFESSIONAL SPACE FOR RENT This isn’t the Tangier souk of leopard-skin...

Tainting Her

Sharon Olinka

Balthus, Les beaux jours (Golden Days), 1944-45, Oil on canvas Like Balthus, he paints a female model in a chair. Dabs of sickly green define her. The air around her ocher. Such small ha...