Jane Does

On the subway, someone’s phone begins to ring, or they are watching something on a tiny screen, and a strain of violin music wafts across the seat back and up into my ear. This music, alone, fits; it has a narrative author...

Excerpt from "Kali's Day."

Stella “Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello...pass that, will you?” I fake inhale, not sure what’s supposed to happen now. This wack crowd of question marks, the total opposite of the void, ready to spend the rest of my life ...

Michael Gonzales

As a young film buff growing-up in New York back in the days, I first got into movie soundtracks through the James Bond themes.  Composed by John Barry and sung by various pop idols (Tom Jones! Shirley Bassey! Paul McCartne...

bart plantenga

BEER MYSTIC Burp #1: Beyond the 12 Ounces of Craft The Internet and the world at large currently host plenty of hopsonian enthusiasts, beer nuts, pils pushers, literally hundreds of sites like RateBeer and Facebook pages l...

City Of Strangers

Photo by straatis I've been to the South Bronx, exactly once, in 1991. In those days I used to walk all over the city, into areas that I wouldn't go now. I was young, possibly a little naive (or possibly not) and figur...

Ron Kolm

We’ve just left Your best friend’s house And so far It’s been a pretty good day. “Hey, I think your buddy Has the hots for me,” I joke. Out of the corner of my eye I see you pop open The glove compartme...

Bonny Finberg

Because all we ever did in Junior High was play Toonerville Trolley and a couple of other lame things that might have been turned into something interesting at a kindergarten version of the Bang On A Can Festival. I liste...

Jonathan Shaw

I saw a dead kid laying in the road tonight, right down the street from the biker clubhouse as I rode out of the Vila. It felt like a bad night there, overcrowded with so many skinny undernourished, faceless ghetto boys m...