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...

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...

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...

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...

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 ...

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...

Vincent Zangrillo

Gregory Corso loved Mark. Mark loved Jeannie. Jeannie loved Danny who was a high school sweetheart from “Paly High” in Palo Alto. Danny loved Smiling Jimmy. Just want to let you know that Jimmy is dead at the end of this...

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...

bart plantenga & Paloma Jet

Excerpt number 3 from Radio Activity Kills, by bart plantenga & paloma jet DJ Kees flees Amsterdam under mysterious circumstances with teen daughter, Alouette. A new life in the USA leads to an obligatory hitchhiking road...

Robert C. Hardin

9/11/01: 8:54 a.m. My shift has ended and I’m sitting at my computer, finessing a letter to Swedish musician, Tomas Pettersson. Looking out of an eighteenth-story window off Maiden Lane, I notice what might have passed ...

Jürgen Schneider

Amy Winehouse staggers in shortly before midnight. It doesn’t go without notice how unwell she is. Amy will be DJ’ing. There is a yellow shimmer to her skin and her skinny body looks more fragile than ever, her hands ...

Max Blagg

I was introduced to John Ashbery's poetry in the summer of 1971, by a beautiful young American poet living in London. We met at a church jumble sale in Belsize Square. Her flat was across the street. I woke up on her couch l...