Sean Flaherty

"We have to distrust each other. It's our only defense against betrayal." - Tennessee Williams I don’t loan books: as a rule it removes the awkward event of returning the book. You begged to borrow it, charmed me with yo...

Carl Watson

As some of you may or may not know, I have been trying to restore an old barn in the Catskills for several years. I had thought of writing funny little stories about my experiences but never produced anything.  This year th...

bart plantenga

The Amble, The Ale: Walking Nowhere Into the Pale “Freedom knows no propaganda more effective than people calmly enjoying themselves.” • Raoul Vaneigm, The Revolution of Everyday Life    I was pointed to a youtu...

Ron Kolm

Doing book reviews is not really my thing. Years ago I wrote some for Jeff Wright’s Cover magazine, and though it was a chance to tickle the keyboard, and probably gain a few brownie points with the folks I reviewed, it wa...

Mark McCawley

for Angelina Let’s turn off the ignition lock the doors and coast this curved highway until we stop watch snow which splatters sperm-like across the car windshield The air is chilled with crisp echoes announcing jazz and...

City of Strangers

I hadn’t thought about Kiss for years, until I saw the 1979 Tomorrow Show Interview with Tom Snyder. Like most of the kids of my generation, I came to Kiss young, at eleven or twelve, in my case through the Destroyer al...

Mark McCawley

The very first time I encountered the writings of Daniel Jones was in the Fall of 1989. I was accepting submissions for a small chapbook anthology of social/political poetry. Jones submission was the highlight of the lot (r...

Ron Kolm

So we’re about to be hit by hurricane Irene, alright! And, at the same time, Carl Watson spends the day in an upstate hospital with something akin to colitis – so it goes. Carl is the very person who would give both his ...

Sean Flaherty

Vacation It was a hot, long, necessary three days: my wife was eight months pregnant and the pressure was on at work but I had to leave that behind – more than a year had gone by and I hadn’t visited my mother ...

Michael Aanavi

I’m an old time smugglin’ man, I know just what to do. I sell guns to the Arabs, I sell dynamite to the Jews. —Tim Hardin I first met Rich soon after he and my mother started seeing each other.  My mother had come f...

Ron Kolm

If you’ve been following this series of posts, you’ll remember that there are four 2,000 word “essays” in each What I Did Today chapbook, and that Dan Waber is the publisher, and that if you want a copy you have to c...

D. Scot Miller

friday night, i'm in an underwater ballet kind of mood like when you're a kid at the swimming pool, you sink beneath the surface of the water and pretend you can do everything the water can & i see becky anderson la...

Mark McCawley

Whenever anyone asks me who my top transgressive Canadian writers happen to be, Philip Quinn is always at the top of that list. Hamilton-born, Quinn's writing takes the familiar and makes it strange; then takes the strange a...

Sir Andre Bemler

The Real Shemp Born Samuel Horwitz, he was nicknamed Shemp because that's what Sam sounded like with his mother's thick Latvian accent. He was one of the original 3 Stooges on vaudeville, along with his younger brothe...

Sean Flaherty

On Marcy Avenue, beneath the above-ground subway platform for the Jay, eM, Zee a teenage girl bounces her very large breasts in barely a bra beneath an orange T-shirt a size too small, at Havemeyer, she stops and bounces on...