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AfterGraph

D. Scot Miller

Awakened brother catatonic deified expletive flayed gargoyle heathen icon jack-of-all-trades jaded jalouse jargon jejune jewelry jiggle joker jockey jouissance journeyman juvenile joyride jubilee juke jump juncture juxtapose...

Beer Mystic Burp #3: Pivo is Czech for Beer

bart plantenga

Pivo Is Czech for Beer But Also An Alter-Ego In 1993, you could live like a bastard prince in Prague – if you had dollars to spend – on a pauper’s wages. Beer was 15 US cents – and we would repeat the names ... Pi...

MacArthur Park

Jose Padua

When I was a kid I thought that the greatest record ever made was the 1968 mod orchestral rendering of of Jimmy Webb’s lost love opus, MacArthur Park. For me, MacArthur Park was a flash of wisdom, an epiphany a...

Waiting For The Red Lady

Jonathan Shaw

2AM Saturday night, Buenos Aires. Lost in a rancid late night whirlwind of saggy asses and rock hard smiles, my friends upstairs shaking up the night, the tired parade is running out of fun. Tired of the sad old games an...

Gold Bar Night

Jonathan Shaw

Went to the Gold Bar with the gringo but he wasn't feeling it. No speeky spany. I spotted my little firework girl from Saturday night among the blinking Christmas lights and tacky plastic decorations. We were about to go ...

Multiples – John Wayne Gacy at Vegas’s Sin City.

J. Boyett

And, in the Predictable Controversy Department, Las Vegas’s The Arts Factory is showing (and selling) the art of John Wayne Gacy, in a show called Multiples. (The actual location for the show is Sin City Gallery.) As of th...

Beer Mystic Burp #2: Spilling Beer

bart plantenga

Su Byron Spilling Beer: Late at night Su Byron and I would walk back from whatever disaster, like in Fanelli’s where things happened or didn’t. On the way home – each our own hovel with beds where the sheets no longer ...

Davy Jones' Locker

Jonathan Shaw

Journal Entry, Buenos Aires. The innocence of the lambs, the shattered glass in voices, the screams of anger and dizzy despair behind the words. Dragons and demons behind the terror and joy, the hot dog goes down, spirit...

A Portrait of America in Trash

Jose Padua

I give to you a portrait of America in trash. I give it to you with love and respect, America: mountains of beer cans crumpled, plastic figures with fallen action, black velvet portraits of Elvis with...

THE RAPTURE: JUST ANOTHER PR HYPE FOR CHRISTIAN GUILT? Or, God’s away on business.

Bonny Finberg

6:30 PM THE END OF THE WORLD -- late by 1/2 hour. God either overslept or isn’t really interested. A pint of cold beer on a rooftop terrace overlooking the canal, uninterrupted. Animated, bare-chested men sit in the s...

Casino in Joliet; or, getting old in the usa

Emily XYZ

This is a piece that first came to me in probably 2003, when I was living in Evanston IL, not too far from Joliet. I heard someone say , "we're going to a casino in Joliet," and it just lit up something in my mind. This is...

AFROSURREAL MANIFESTO: Black is the new black — a 21st century

D. Scot Miller

AFROSURREAL D. Scot Miller I'm not a surrealist. I just paint what I see. — Frida Kahlo THE PAST AND THE PRELUDE In his introduction to the classic novel Invisible Man (1952), ambiguous black and literary icon Ralp...

Democracy in America

Jose Padua

If Connie is short for Constance is Bon- nie then short for Bonstance? Was the proper name, then, of the bank robbing team of the 3...

Strings in the Key of Q

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...

I FEEL STUPID AND CONTAGIOUS

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 ...