Oakland waiting for the quake
American poverty's blanket dirty
unwashed a shroud on the street
abandoned by wandering drug thirst,
while the sane sweep in front of their tents
(a new day John will watch it for her
The World Is A Beautiful Place - Lawrence Ferlinghetti
The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind happiness
not always being
so very much fun
if you don't mind a touch of hell
now and then
I had to shit on someone to make this money! shrieked Lani, I need you to get me off! Now!
Lani had translucent skin and tiny, spidery veins. Usually, I could find a place to hit her but she’d done some serious damage o...
(Bus routes, train routes, walking patterns and thinking jags)
Riding the #22 Clark Street bus north on a fall evening in Chicago, 1978, getting off at the Armitage stop, descending the few stairs to the oval expanse of p...
foundation 1 (morandi)
who will preserve space /
the fullness of emptiness –
the flame of the shell / a warning of roses
a kind of soupy meld within
the intentional near unseen warp...
October in the Railroad Earth is a long, flowing prose poem recounting Jack Kerouac’s memories of his experiences as a “student brakeman” on the Southern Pacific Railroad in California. In his interview with Paris Revi...
When you hitchhiked back then, before it was redefined as criminal trespass – and dangerous – you could get around OK and once in a while catch a ride with someone you would never have met in your regular life. [Do not t...
Jonathan Shaw is a world-traveling outlaw artist, novelist, anti-folk hero and underground philosopher, writing in the literary tradition of Celine, Bukowski, Henry Miller and The Beats. Once widely-known as a legendary tatt...
Three Times Bad, an Oakland-based alt-roots sextet, aims to channel the powerful energy of dirty stringbands like Uncle Dave Macon, Blue Ridge Highballers, and Mississippi Sheiks who plucked, picked, popped, sawed, and thrum...
Ron Kolm’s new collection of short stories, Duke and Jill, recounts the adventures of two woebegone, half countercultural, half drugstore-cowboy lowlifes, who shabbily inhabit the 1980s East Village, always one step ahead ...