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...

Drew Hubner

It started in a pool hall. Juan Colon had a girl friend, and so did the cop, Jimmy O’Donnelly. The problem was it was the same girl. Usually a policeman is issued whatever number comes up, but special requests can be made....

Janice Sloane

In my work, the theme of skin and its impermanence has always been a constant -- starting from the use of wax in painting, to create a textural body, which then emerged from the canvas to the elastic skin of a model I ...

Mark Netter

It's 1977 and four upstate-New York high school students who have formed their town's first punk rock band are in NYC together for the best night of their lives. They've been brought to NYC this particular Friday night b...

Flame Schon

Snow Advisory (The Earth’s Dream) I started these thoughts from the simplicity of where it was shot and suddenly realized that the landscape is the star of the movie. The ‘location’ is the story The land itsel...

City of Strangers

An excerpt from a novel I met Dupont at the Bar X, a totally anonymous-looking place with tinted windows wedged in-between a McDonald’s and a pizzeria. I might never have noticed it had it not been for the neon Bud sign i...

Erika Schikel

I recently watched a “reality” show called “The Bad Girls Club” and was saddened to see what has lately become of the Bad Girl brand. The show devotes itself to a lot of scantily clad, cranky harlots who do nothing b...

Rob Roberge

I met Johnny Mo’s father only a few hours before he killed himself at the end of what had already been a long day. I hadn’t seen much of Johnny Mo after we’d had the trouble in Las Vegas. After that guy Mike’s crazy ...

LaMacchia/Myrner/Feiszli

Our Song, Michael LaMacchia’s adventurous new trio recording, is an alluring arc of luminous songwriting and deeply centered conversations that capture our attention and invite us to participate. Our Song sonically narrate...