Music
Timber, Released and Unreleased
Bernard Meisler
I ran into Jenny Wade on Avenue A, summer of 1993 I believe it was. Asked her where she was going, she said she was playing a gig at the Knitting Factory, so I asked if I could come along. She said nah, you won't like it, it...
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Poem
when the lights go out in Mojácar
Wanda Phipps
someone said “everyone who has power is smiling”
or was it “everyone who has electricity is smiling
or “everyone smiling has electricity”
definitely not “everyone smiling has powerful electricity”
or “eve...
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Story
Somerville
Melissa Febos
An excerpt from "The Savage Library"
I just knew that Somerville would be the kind of neighborhood to go all out at Christmas. I was right. Winter Hill in particular was an orgy of blinking lights and glowing plastic fig...
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Story
Manic Mode
Jonathan Shaw
An excerpt from "Narcisa"
“The sick woman especially: no one surpasses her in refinements for ruling, oppressing, tyrannizing.” -- Nietzsche
Carnaval was over. Weeks went by. The city of Rio de Janeiro was slowly goi...
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Art
Coming of Age by Samoa
Samoa Moriki
Samoa's paintings, a series of celebrated images and complex associations which (inadvertantly?) postulate the existence of a general science of hermaneutics, form the contents of ritual, convention and public entertai...
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Story
Blue Portrait
Jennifer Adams
Matt was a blind date, the only one I ever went on. He was an acquaintance of a girl who had the locker next to mine senior year. She thought I’d like him because he was an artist and was sort of in a band. He played bass....
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Story
Knot Frum Hear
D. Scot Miller
My face is cold. A salty breeze numbing my cheeks. I have the black book in my lap, and a pen in my hand. Sunlight casts through black water, a murky aquamarine spreading its roots towards the edge of my boat. I’m awak...
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Classics
Why I Want to Fuck Ronald Reagan
JG Ballard
(At the 1980 Republican Convention in San Francisco a copy of the Reagan text, minus its title and the running sideheads, and furnished with the seal of the Republican Party, was distributed by some puckish pro-situationists...
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NEW
MAYDAY, MAYDAY
Rebecca Weiner Tompkins
The white rain of petals that fell for a week is done.
What catches now in my hair
are the dried blossoms of the Callery Pear,
startling and crackly, as they float and scatter,
rattling through the trees to the street l...
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Art
Witness, 1992
Tom McGlynn
Witness, an insert from the original print version of Sensitive Skin, from 1992, by Tom McGlynn. Witness, Tom McGlynn
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Writing
Crazy Mike
Mike DeCapite
an excerpt from RUINED FOR LIFE!
On a thick night in June I was waiting to hear from Luke and Crazy Mike. Kitty’d gone to bed, knowing it would be late if they showed up at all. I opened the fridge and stared at the pro...
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Story
Bully ’72
Michael Gonzales
It was the fall of 1972 when I transferred to St. Catherine of Genoa in Washington Heights. On the first day of class a bugged wild boy named Tom Lowe, a short cat skin the color of a Hershey bar and a perfect Afro, served a...
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Story
Chocolate Delight
Eddie Woods
Summer of 1980. I was again in New York for several days after a couple of weeks in San Francisco and before flying back to Amsterdam. One balmy evening I felt like a stroll along Eighth Avenue, up from Times Square and head...
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Writing
On Receiving the Message, at 3:13 AM, on Tuesday, September 21, 2010, that Joe Schrank Has Confirmed me as a Friend on Facebook
John S. Hall
On Receiving the Message, at 3:13 AM, on Tuesday, September 21, 2010, that Joe Schrank Has Confirmed me as a Friend on Facebook
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KCoJGLyEVTw
1.
A wave of relief washes over me,
As i...
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Writing
It’s Not You. It’s Me.
Sean Flaherty
I put my daughter to bed,
kiss my wife
and take an easy walk
to get some groceries and a bag of beer,
at Driggs and North 8th
the ground gets hot
and the air smells like cinnamon:
across from the liquor store
a b...
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