Subway Pome #57: Most Girls Wear Too Much Makeup
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
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NEW
Dong of the Dead
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
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Music
The Evening News!
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 ...
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Looking back: New York in the ’70s
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...
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Essay
Beer Mystic Burp #13: Without the Voodoo of Hope
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 ...
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Music
Mike Fink – Six Compositions
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...
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Art
Shalom Neuman – New Work
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...
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Poem
Twenty-Four Islands
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...
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Poem
How They Fucked (In Three Parts)
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...
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Story
Mt. Eden 1978-82
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....
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Art
Janice Sloane – sculpture, drawing and photographs
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 ...
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Story
"Li’l Punks", A Screenplay
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...
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Snow Advisory
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...
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Story
Pilgrims
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...
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Essay
Unsupervised: My Life as a Bad Girl
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...
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