An Interview with Steve Finbow by David F. Hoenigman Steve Finbow is a Londoner. Allen Ginsberg was once brave enough to employ him. His work appears in many forms and in many places. He has collaborated with Quarantine theatre ...
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An Interview with Billy Childish by David F. Hoenigman A cult figure in America, Europe and Japan, Billy Childish is by far the most prolific painter, poet, and songwriter of his generation. In a twenty year period he has recorded...
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Buddy Nordan: Shaping Stories by Dory Adams Lewis "Buddy" Nordan is the author of eight books: Welcome To The Arrowcatcher Fair (1983), The All-Girl Football Team (1986), Music Of The Swamp (1991), Wolf Whistle (1993), ...
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Wally Lamb: Letting Go of Secrets by Dory Adams Wally Lamb is the author of two novels, She's Come Undone and I Know This Much Is True, and the editor of the anthology Couldn't Keep It To Myself: Testimonies from Our Impris...
An Interview with Steve Tomasula by David F. Hoenigman Steve Tomasula is the author of the novels The Book of Portraiture (FC2); IN & OZ (Ministry of Whimsy Press); and VAS: An Opera in Flatland, an acclaimed novel of the biot...
The Succubus-Siren on Aisle 4 by Jennifer Bowles She looked at me as though she wanted to eat me, as though she had the chops to do it, slowly or quickly, whichever way would've tormented me more. I accused her, straightawa...
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Isles of Bones - Part Four by Steve Finbow Read Part One | Read Part Two | Read Part Three The boy anchors the boat and Edward jumps into the waves. The warm water reaches to his armpits an...
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The Meaning of Life by Daniel Hudon I often have a daydream that suddenly the meaning of life is discovered. For some reason, the hero is always a teenaged boy in some village in India. Soon, word gets around. &...
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Baby Is Talking by John Lowry We stood holding hands, looking at him in his crib, our son, Zack Hopkins II. I'll go warm his milk, Zelda said, kissing me on the cheek. She tiptoed out the door, leaving i...
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When Nothing Else Matters by Adam McGavin The elderly woman in the rusted, early 90's, white mini-van screams like a drunken trucker as four letter words come tumbling out of her mouth, like bees out of a beehive. I h...
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A Morning Lullaby by Daniel Moyer The room smells like chalk and morning. A long rectangular window has been opened letting the fresh cool AM air in. The blackboard has been cleaned; it would shine if it cou...
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Blue Sky, Green Sky by Conan Stuart Walter sits at the end of my bench. Sitting there, water-washed, towel-dried, book in his fist and little symbols all down the page, bottom-to-top, not left-to-right. &...
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Acceptance Letter by Brandi Wells Ms. Wells, We would like to use your submission, "Ezra Pound Hard Pounds My Snatch," but would you consider changing the title to something a little le...
They Are Made of Light by Scott Cheshire My father told me not to tell my mother. The woman was naked, and she hung from the wall above his desk. He asked me, "You've heard of Edward Hopper?" ...
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Snow Blowing and Grass Mowing by Catherine DiCairano My husband left me for another woman. So? Well, not so. He is the other woman.Five years ago, my husband announced he planned to undergo a sex change operation, or as he call...
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Hedonism by Susan Lago The S&M Room was packed so we all decided to load up with Mojitos at the bar and then head for the hot tub. The bar was four deep in well-oiled bodies. A lot of skin and...
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The Things That You Know by Jen Larsen When the vampires knocked on the door after the dinner dishes had been washed, they were very polite. They didn't tell us what they wanted, of course, but we could see it in t...
Lit Up by John Roberts Jim and Ed stopped at a picnic table next to the streambed. Jim sat on the table, put his feet on the bench, and watched Ed wander over to a cracked-in-half tree near the ban...
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Kinds of Violence by Kara Weiss Across town their mother is signing papers. She's spent hours preparing her plea to the judge. He knows her well; she went through the same thing with her oldest son. She's lo...
Anatomy by Karen Anglero The head of my future is all thrown backobscenely relaedalmost quixotic.Some pre-historicurge urges me to stallevery single motionwith the notion of control. The torso of my f...
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Three Poems by Mila Arz Dog CollarHis dog collar swingsback and forth whenever herocks or thrusts or pounds orwhatever you want to call it - you know,when we'remaking love or having sex or fucking or...
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Unforgiven by T.S. Beckford There is something un-godlyup under that poly-blend,second skin skirt you wear around --even in ninety degree weather in New York.The beasts of Summer have nothing for you -on...
If You Peeled My Skin Off I'd Be Smiling by Chelsey Flood I haven't been dreaming recentlyI tell youI miss my dreams. You look at me, shiny eyed. Perhaps you need to move on with your life? Perhaps you're standing still? I press my...
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Say It in Plain English by Kyle Hemmings Standing in the doorway between zircon light and the pale pasty moon, your lips pursed like an angry childwho can't grasp the pull of that anger.Once, words were artificial sw...
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Romance by Donora Hillard My body is notyour wind and wire. It falls like yourDon't question my holy need for your cunt anymore.I watch your name fall from my mouth.Watch your mouth. Watch my thighswee...
Three Poems by A. Molotkov brought my carto a standstillon a glacierby the moonlightat a 45 degree angleI could hearfrozen angels singYou mentioned firefliesdid You really mean itthat way? despite Your ...
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Me and She by Lizzy Nazer I liked herI liked her bitten nailsI liked her eyesI liked the way she chopped vegetables I more than liked her.One day I wanted to tell herBut that day, she complainedthat he...
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BOY, APPLE, TWENTY-SEVEN by Bill Roberts Marilyn, as she introduces herself,is a neurologist almost my age.She gazes deep into my eyes,looking for trouble, I guess, thoughI haven't told her yet why I'm here.It's this...
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Two Poems by Mordechai Shinefield Dancing to Architecture Who says you can't dance to architecture? Can't do a booty-shake? Can't let your knees quiver while you ...
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Two Poems by Jim Warner iron man #200She had a Madonna cut, lace gloves, and 80's blushesto hide the bruise of her smile. White leather arm wiping make-up, smeared her shadowon a fringed sleeve. He...
Blood Soaked Dresses by Gloria Mindock Ibbetson Street Press25 School StreetSomerville, MA 02143Price: $13.50 / 62 Pages / 45 PoemsIBSN: 978-4303-1034-1Review by Charles P. Ries In her third book of poetry, "Blood...
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typewriter art by Mark Sonnenfeld Marymark Press45-08 Old Millstone DriveEast Windsor, NJ 08520Price: $4 / 16 Pages ISBN: 978-0-9798819-9-2Review by Charles P. RiesMark Sonnenfeld is a unique creature in the ...
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No Way Out But In by Don Winter Review by Todd Moore No Way Out But In, Don Winter, 2008, 25p. Working Stiff Press, P.O. Box 1274, Niles, Michigan 49120, $10, workingstiffpress@hotmail.com. ...
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The Wind Twirls Everything by Francine Witte Muscle Head Press ChapbooksBoneworld Publishing3700 County Road 24Russell, New York 13684Price: $5 / 40 Pages / 25 StoriesReview by Charles P. RiesFrancine Witte's book of fla...
Our Flammable Arrangements by Adam Cogbill /1\ This room is full of a girl's toys: dolls dressed in dresses with accessories for yarn hair, faux makeup kit, a multitude of stuffed animals. Finge...
