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The Late Child and Other Animals by Marguerite Van Cook and James Romberger – a review

Norman Douglas

The Late Child and Other Animals Written and colored by Marguerite Van Cook Adapted and drawn by James Romberger Fantagraphics Books The Late Child and Other Animals opens in the middle of the blitz with two wide-eyed ...

Two Poems by Rebecca Weiner Tompkins

Rebecca Weiner Tompkins

AFTER YOU SAID I ALWAYS LOSE THINGS The red birthstone fell out of my ring, leaving its crowned prongs empty, a perfect chip chiseled from my heart’s bones. I dreamed being stopped by the long dark walkway w...

New Paintings – Stephen Lack

Stephen Lack

Expressionist, impressionist, symbolist. Pop imbued with guilt, political outrage, occasional indignation, existential disconnection and an overriding sense of loss. These works celebrate where I have been with tenderness, s...

Vladislav Khodasevich: Midlife Meltdown in Paris

Jenny Wade

During the unusually hot Parisian summer of 1924, 38-year-old Vladislav Khodasevich—regarded by Nabokov as the finest Russian poet since Blok—was suffering from an identity crisis. One of 3 million exiled from Soviet Rus...

The Earring

Alan Kaufman

I first saw the gold crescent of renegade freedom dangling from the lobe of a nameless hairy hippy Goy, his scrawny, insolent neck bound by a red bandanna. He leaned with outthrust hip of impertinent American coolness agains...

Ballad of a Lousy Husband

Joshua Mohr

I should probably tell you more about the night Blue pushed me off the bar because that was really when our marriage ended. Sure, we stayed together another nine, twelve, maybe fifteen months more, but nothing was ever goo...

Found in Phoenix by Amy Ouzoonian – A Review by Jim Feast

Jim Feast

Found in Phoenix by Amy Ouzoonian (New York: Fly By Night Press, 2014) It’s a good thing Amy Ouzoonian put her name on her new book of poems, short stories and plays, Found in Phoenix, because otherwise a reader would t...

The World of Wrestling

Roland Barthes

The grandiloquent truth of gestures on life's great occasions. --Baudelaire The virtue of all-in wrestling is that it is the spectacle of excess. Here we find a grandiloquence which must have been that of ancient th...

Caravaggio, Baby

Deborah Pintonelli

I have a date with Henry Henderson. We worked together one long summer canvassing for Greenpeace. Yes, I was one of those annoying young people who stop you on the street when you are rushing to your next appointment. He was...

The 9 Lives of Ray the Cat Jones: A Novel by Stewart Home

Barbara Adair

The 9 Lives of Ray the Cat Jones: A Novel by Stewart Home (Test Centre, 2014) In June 2013 Stewart Home, an (in) famous London author/writer/performer, receives a parcel. There is no return address on it; or a name to ind...

Silent Calls: Short Poems from Sparrow

Sparrow

Silent Calls You know how sometimes the phone rings and when you answer it no one’s there? Many of those calls are made by cats. Science Virgin “I’m a science virgin,” said Adele. “I’ve n...

Double – Jim Bove and Matt Renzi

Jeff Spirer

What happens when two friends, Jim Bove and Matt Renzi, who have played together for years walk into the studio with no charts, no plans, no ideas? When “Just GO” is the inspiration? Drummer Jim Bove and sax/oboe play...

Ecce Homo – Photographs by Evelyn Bencicova

Evelyn Bencicova

Natalia Evelyn Bencicova is a 21-year-old visual artist exploring mixed media and photography. She grew up in Bratislava, Slovakia and currently lives in Berlin. She began taking digital photographs two years ago. Here's wha...

1971

Celia Farber

Anyway I had a goldfish, a common Woolworth’s goldfish, which I brought home in a water filled plastic bag, and somebody, a man named Rick, I think, who worked for my father, said it would be safe to place him in a concret...

Gladyss of the Hunt

Arthur Nersesian

“Gladyss! Turn on the TV, quick!” “Hold on!” I muttered, having just been awakened from a sound sleep. Assuming it had something to do with my murder case, which my brother knew I was assigned to, I pu...