Aphorism 42: If You Were As Innocent As You Pretend To Be We’d Never Get Anywhere by John Blair Sin is its own reward whereveryou find it & in whatever darkness; when you’re slapped you’ll take itand like it Sam Spade saysin The Maltese...
Lucifer Harps on Beauty by Brad Crenshaw As we know, the world is fucking magical.Let’s say one night cominghome late the way it’s always beenafter a gig playing bass, standupbass, which itself is a talent worthhaving even before the literarycritic in his beers tipped...
If I Drink the Violets, by Ronda Piszk Broatch you must hold the glass, in case I become a fever of absence. In my old version of creation, our cosmos was birthed by another cosmos. Which makes me fortunate, otherwise Johnny Rotten would never have let me on...
Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Earth by Donna Miscolta A is for alone. Leave me alone, the girl demands. Don’t let me be alone, she demands louder. The mother thinks how much easier the first is. But these are not either/or propositions, not stand-alone options....
The Cult of Yakushima Isla by Matthew Baker In the shimmering subtropical waters far south of the mainland archipelago lies the island of Yakushima, a mountainous granite landmass forested with ancient cedars that have stood for thousands of years, ringed by a...
