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The End of The World

Vincent Zangrillo

New York City—8/8/84—Day to Night Mark wanted to see how fast he could burn through the 10,000 dollar inheritance from Grandpa Dave, who sold schmatta to Hendrix on St Marks, and who despite his gnomic wisd...

The Large Ladies of Lands’ End and L.L. Bean

John J. Trause

The Large Ladies of Lands' End and L.L. Bean "I have been heavy and had much selecting." --Gertrude Stein, Lifting Belly [1915 - 1917] Because I am not satisfied by the limited palette of...

SLEET

D. James Smith

Sleet, the first he’d seen in California, and not much of it at that. At five thousand feet in February, it made sense, though. Nosing along in his pickup, he’d traced the lake created by Pacific Gas and Electric, part...

A Home on the Plains

Meg Kaizu

A boundless region extends from the east to west, from the south to north. There are a few trees, dwellings and ranches that stretch out over the horizon. Many travelers drive very fast. This place is nothing more than unwan...

Story

The Sex Pistols: The Dance Band at the End of the World

Drew Hubner

The Sex Pistols: The Dance Band at the End of the World A tall girl in a yellow ostrich feather top and red Bettie Page bangs, simulates oral sex with Sid, who says, Now that's the kind of girl I like and the band starts ...

Writing

untitled—a poem by Marina Tsvetaeva

Karina McCorkle

А следующий раз — глухонемая Приду на свет, где всем свой стих дарю, свой слух дарю. Ведь всё равно — что говорят — не пон...

A Visit with June Leaf and Robert Frank

Erik La Prade

On a particular February 2011, afternoon, I spent part of the day in June Leaf's studio, watching her work, and listening to her talk about her work. As I sat in a wooden office chair, I watched Leaf busily untangling some s...

New Jersey Me

Rich Ferguson

Jimmy and I drifted through the circus crowd on a magic carpet combo of weed, brews, Jimmy’s mom’s codeine cough medicine, and the downers I’d swiped from my mom’s medicine cabinet. All around us laughter and merry-g...

Guardian Angels? & Other Poems

Gabor G Gyukics

guardian angels? a pistol is held to your forehead in a bosky alley of the night you search for the face behind the hand as you wait for the click of the trigger instead you see the hand holding the gun pull ...

Poor Dumb Bum

Jeff Goldberg

I was fucking Rosie Fox on a pool table in the basement of a Lower East Side club called Quando. Rosie’s miniskirt was hiked to her waist, her panties were somewhere on the floor, her ass was positioned over the side pocke...

Story

The Last Good Year

Ray Jicha

The house felt like Christmas, at least that’s all young Louie Laszlo could think to compare it to. Mama made a special dinner, cleaned the house more thoroughly than her nurse’s job usually allowed, and lit the scented ...

Myiagros

Díre McCain

It enters the room at 10:15 on the dot every morning, flitting about for several minutes before hovering over my perishing body. I wait for it to alight and pounce on what remains of my sanity. It touches down on my chin...

meeting joey ramone, 31 march 1977

Emily XYZ

I left upstate New York at 18 still thinking Robin Trower and the Marshall Tucker Band were music. Until fall 1976, when I came across Punk magazine #3 (the Joey Ramone cover) in Boston. It was like some message inside m...

Like A 45 On 33

J. D. King

Only two days after Brian met her at a cocktail party, he walked out the front door of his home on Cape Cod, left it all behind: the ocean view, the bank account, the credit card, the mortgage, the car payments, the wife, th...

Story

MONKEYS ON CRESTON AVENUE

Gil Fagiani

MONKEYS ON CRESTON AVENUE The Bronx, 1985 B--short for Beatrice--was the last of the Irish living at 2208 Creston Avenue. When I moved there in ‘75 her older brother was staying with her after a stroke prevented hi...