City of Strangers

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ome6yVU2fTE Over the holidays, reader Jerry Rio sent me this charming doc about changing mid-90's New York: The Urban Eye. This 'video time-capsule' was made in 1995, when market forces, an...

Sean Flaherty

“Somewhere in her smile she knows That I don’t need no other lover” – from Something by George Harrison Around eight Saturday morning the chilly wet October fog makes it feel earlier than it is, the bus depot ...

Jose Padua

The name of this poem is Dong of the Dead. It is my attempt to cash in quickly on the literary zombie craze by writing the first literary zombie porn novel in verse. I am writing it while sitting in the  back of a pickup ...

Fluffy Schwartz

So, If you happen to be in Texas near Angelo State University this Tuesday night, you really should go hear the amazing Mr. Bonenfant. The concert is going to be fantastic & it will include him playing my solo clarinet ...

City of Strangers

What always interested me about NY when I first came here in the late '80s was how, like London, it was essentially a working class city. The working classes lived in the heart of the city, and constituted a great deal of it...

bart plantenga

Hitching through mid-1970s Canada usually meant Canadian Border Services stopping you, inquiring how much money you had on your person. If it was under $25 they’d refuse you entry, which meant hitching the long way round ...

Michael Jon Fink

Michael Jon Fink is a composer/performer who resides in the San Fernando Valley just north of Los Angeles. For the last thirty years he has served on the faculty of the Herb Albert School of Music at the California Instit...

Shalom Neuman

If our world is composed of overlapping stimuli which create constant sensory overload, then why should visual art limit itself to any one discipline such as painting, sculpture, print, video or computerized digital ima...

Marguerite Van Cook

Island No 1 This island is inhabited by turtles, Flowering shrubs linger past the drift stalks Seashells flock the debris This is the island where I forgot my sweater That summer my breasts began to grow The beach even...

John S. Hall

I Well, yes, they fucked like bunnies, and yes, they fucked as if it was their last night on earth (when in fact it was early afternoon), but more than that, they fucked like so many, different other things completely. The...