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Lean on Me

Jose Padua

Back then sausage, eggs, hash browns, and toast cost under three dollars for br...

Dag-a-Man Leanty’s Dumpe1

Robert C. Hardin

(hav’ na byn compos’d by Byffe, Bairn an’ Nagel, nae dead a’ sea)2 Aie, nae, dance th’ auld dag-a-man leanty3 Er mae yer goggles a-cyrl, An’ slag-a-mum4 dyne On th’ bulgewark o’ thyne, Wharfor’...

An interview with art therapist David Gussak.

J. Boyett

A few weeks ago, I had some fun here dishing the John Wayne Gacy show in Las Vegas. Then someone calling him/herself LL posted a comment pointing me toward a website with lots of information about the show and I figured that...

Serge Gainsbourg’s Histoire de Melody Nelson

Bernard Meisler

Here's a Friday night treat for you all - the complete concept film of Serge Gainsbourg's classic "rock opera", Histoire de Melody Nelson. There's little doubt that Melody Nelson, a short (27 minute) album release...

For The Saints And Angels, Miles Davis, And You

Jose Padua

Miles Davis was a skinny motherfucker, a bitter and often mean man. I have always been a little on the stocky side and while o...

BEER MYSTIC Burp #8: Eddie Don’t Do Beer

bart plantenga

No, Eddie Woods don’t do beer, he does white wine, anything above 3 euros is just fine. Pinot Grigio or Chardonnay is more than OK by him. Not before 5 and thereafter, he switches to red – Merlot [EW correction] or Beau...

145 South 4th Street

Sean Flaherty

In the span of three months: my friend's wife died in a car accident, his infant son was diagnosed with brain cancer and the company where he worked for twenty years went belly up. Considering the fragility implied by this,...

Gil Scott Heron RIP

City of Strangers

I discovered Gil Scott Heron the summer of 1991, after I returned to Montreal following a riotous five months in NYC. It was the first time I'd lived in the city, and I felt like I'd caught the tail end of an era. In one s...

What I Did Today Chapbooks

Ron Kolm

Dan Waber is a terrific poet, and he owns a bookstore in Pennsylvania: Paper Kite Books on 443 Main Street, in Kingston. He also publishes several lines of chapbooks, but the one we’re interested in here is put out under ...

Crack

Jose Padua

I can’t tell whether the flowers are falling or floating in this painting just as I can’t tell wh...

Weeks After the Tsnumai

Lyn Lifshin

LETTER DAYS AFTER THE TSUNAMI the last few days everything was in chaos. When I close my eyes, I see dead bodies. When I open my eyes I see dead bodies. Each of us must work 20 hours a day. I wish there were 48 hours in the...

Virginia

Jose Padua

Let happiness lie like a dog on your lap, Virginia, state of green, state of mountain roads, and tackler of new centuries, but don’t get upset if we leave you. Virginia, let your vagina set you free or get out ...

BEER MYSTIC Burp #7: Beer = Liquid Cartoonist

bart plantenga

BEER MYSTIC Burp #7 X-Large I see is the new large in clothing sizes. Size matters, so now a medium cup is like a trough of soda at McSubWenNuggests. They even try to super-size you when you rent a car, from an obese sedan ...

Unnamed Oysters.

Marguerite Van Cook

My hands dripped mud as we counted out ten thousand tiny oysters for seeding, but it was not the slime that disturbed me, rather it was my fear of losing count. James anxiously scooped the plastic pail into the mother va...

Eve To The Serpent

Bonny Finberg

Smoking star, listen to me. Call the stain to your hand. Go-I’m ready to burn. Has caffeine a tiger’s kiss? Be wild, shove the sequestered kiss with force and school me in your pause. Is this blood clean as the sea? Make...