Mink Stole
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 ...
New Jersey Me
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...
A Simple Blues with a Few Intangibles
by George Wallace – Review
Marc Olmsted
George Wallace is a PostBeat poet.
As defined by the ground-breaking Whitney Museum show of 1995, the era of 1950 to 1965 can be considered to be the time brackets of realized Beat art, literature and film. ...
Guardian Angels? & Other Poems
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 ...
Poor Dumb Bum
Jeff Goldberg
I was fucking Rosie Fox on a pool table in the basement of a Lower East Side club called Quando. Rosie’s miniskirt was hiked to her waist, her panties were somewhere on the floor, her ass was positioned over the side pocke...
The Last Good Year
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 ...
The Final Toast
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...
Jack the Ripper, Performance, Participation, Fans and Trolls
James Reich
During the autumn of 1888, the period of the Jack the Ripper murders in Whitechapel, London, an ephemeral canon of “Ripper letters” was established, notably the so-called “Dear Boss” letter delivered on September 27t...
Mark McCawley RIP
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 ...
Seven Poems
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...
The Last Days of Gotham Book Mart
Erik La Prade
In the famous photograph taken by Maya Deren of Gotham’s Surrealist window display, designed and organized by Marcel Duchamp and Andre Breton, we have an interesting view of a time capsule. This particular display was cre...
Deserted Factories
Sudie Nostrand
Windows of deserted factories
shimmer on a humid night
in the parking lot lights
as we stand absorbed in thought
looking down the empty street.
I am reluctant to break
the long silence enclosing us.
Sounds travel ...
Myiagros
Díre McCain
It enters the room at 10:15 on the dot every morning, flitting about for several minutes before hovering over my perishing body. I wait for it to alight and pounce on what remains of my sanity.
It touches down on my chin...
Define: Three Poems
Daniel Dissinger
define: anticipation
smoke
and it moves
over
more
than
a few limbs
notice
this
subtle
shade
her
cheeks
like soil
freshly watered
notice
thes...
Anarchy for a Rainy Day – Review by Jim Feast
Jim Feast
Reading the new book of poetry by Valery Oisteanu, Anarchy for a Rainy Day, which is written in Surrealist style, the author himself an avowed member of this school, makes me think of an earlier, critically powerful critique...
