Vincent Zangrillo

Gregory loved Cookie Mueller. Cookie loved John Waters. John Waters loved Mink Stole. I was in a pub called Beggars Bush in Ubud, Bali, in 1989, when the guy sitting next to me told me Cookie died. I finished my beer ...

Rich Ferguson

Jimmy and I drifted through the circus crowd on a magic carpet combo of weed, brews, Jimmy’s mom’s codeine cough medicine, and the downers I’d swiped from my mom’s medicine cabinet. All around us laughter and merry-g...

Gabor G Gyukics

guardian angels? a pistol is held to your forehead in a bosky alley of the night you search for the face behind the hand as you wait for the click of the trigger instead you see the hand holding the gun pull ...

Ray Jicha

The house felt like Christmas, at least that’s all young Louie Laszlo could think to compare it to. Mama made a special dinner, cleaned the house more thoroughly than her nurse’s job usually allowed, and lit the scented ...

Anna Akhmatova

Последний тост Я пью за разорённый дом, За злую жизнь мою, За одиночество вдвоём, И за тебя я пью,— За ложь меня предавш...

bart plantenga

“I had become periodically insane, with long bouts of horrible sanity...” --Mark McCawley, “Sick Lazy Fuck” I knew something was up on 3 counts: I had just posted something on the 19 April death of Richard Lyons ...

Iris Berry

SHOOTING FOR THE STARS IN KEVLAR We run from hot summer days and broken air conditioners. We run to chilled movie theatres make out like teenagers who’ve never had sex never been kissed by tender mouths and n...