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Trans-Canada Highway

Mark McCawley

for Angelina Let’s turn off the ignition lock the doors and coast this curved highway until we stop watch snow which splatters sperm-like across the car windshield The air is chilled with crisp echoes announcing jazz and...

Looking Back On KISS

City of Strangers

I hadn’t thought about Kiss for years, until I saw the 1979 Tomorrow Show Interview with Tom Snyder. Like most of the kids of my generation, I came to Kiss young, at eleven or twelve, in my case through the Destroyer al...

The Smile

Jeff Spirer

So I was walking in The Mission with my friend, photographer Brad Evans, when he said, "There's the lady with the smile." He ran across Valencia Street, and I followed. And there she was, a woman carrying a huge black an...

Eddie Marshall, RIP

Fluffy Schwartz

A living legend of the San Francisco jazz scene, drummer and band leader Eddie Marshall has passed away. Eddie was an amazing person and so giving of his time and spirit to so many generations of musicians it would be imposs...

George Kuchar, RIP

Mark McCawley

George Kuchar, RIP. Kuchar and his twin brother Michael practically invented the "camp" genre. He prided himself on making films with non-actors, script, or theme, for almost no money. The 8mm movies he made in the 60s were ...

Memories of Jones — Subject Matter

Mark McCawley

The very first time I encountered the writings of Daniel Jones was in the Fall of 1989. I was accepting submissions for a small chapbook anthology of social/political poetry. Jones submission was the highlight of the lot (r...

What I Did Today, Part IV

Ron Kolm

So we’re about to be hit by hurricane Irene, alright! And, at the same time, Carl Watson spends the day in an upstate hospital with something akin to colitis – so it goes. Carl is the very person who would give both his ...

Vacation

Sean Flaherty

Vacation It was a hot, long, necessary three days: my wife was eight months pregnant and the pressure was on at work but I had to leave that behind – more than a year had gone by and I hadn’t visited my mother ...

Rich

Michael Aanavi

I’m an old time smugglin’ man, I know just what to do. I sell guns to the Arabs, I sell dynamite to the Jews. —Tim Hardin I first met Rich soon after he and my mother started seeing each other. My mother had come f...

What I Did Today, Part III

Ron Kolm

If you’ve been following this series of posts, you’ll remember that there are four 2,000 word “essays” in each What I Did Today chapbook, and that Dan Waber is the publisher, and that if you want a copy you have to c...

don't read this

D. Scot Miller

friday night, i'm in an underwater ballet kind of mood like when you're a kid at the swimming pool, you sink beneath the surface of the water and pretend you can do everything the water can & i see becky anderson la...

Philip Quinn — Outrageous But Beautiful

Mark McCawley

Whenever anyone asks me who my top transgressive Canadian writers happen to be, Philip Quinn is always at the top of that list. Hamilton-born, Quinn's writing takes the familiar and makes it strange; then takes the strange a...

Fake Shemp vs. Real Shemp

Sir Andre Bemler

The Real Shemp Born Samuel Horwitz, he was nicknamed Shemp because that's what Sam sounded like with his mother's thick Latvian accent. He was one of the original 3 Stooges on vaudeville, along with his younger brothe...

Subway Pome #56: Marcy

Sean Flaherty

On Marcy Avenue, beneath the above-ground subway platform for the Jay, eM, Zee a teenage girl bounces her very large breasts in barely a bra beneath an orange T-shirt a size too small, at Havemeyer, she stops and bounces on...

A Life of Uncontrollable Urges (or Tourette’s and the Writing Life)

Jose Padua

On a recent Sunday afternoon, as I pushed a cart in the aisle between the checkout counters and the racks of men’s shirts at Walmart, the song that went though my head was Brian Eno’s “Here Come the Warm Jets.” Eve...