to those who ascertain that they could still be animals if given half a chance…Frankie Metro

    to those who ascertain that they could still be animals if given half a chance… by: Frankie Metro   those of you   who would crowd the banks   of supreme silence   & contemplation   like filthy gulls

SHOCK- Alex Hampshire

“Total dedication,” The synthetic voice stretched over the airwaves. Each radio would then allow it’s listener the pleasure of being christened by Rick Robertson, who slouched in his ragged swivel chair for the twelfth year in a row. Rick would then say “total devotion,” in his raspy signature voice which would then be followed by [...]

Ear Drums- Ben Nardolilli

Ear Drums By Ben Nardolilli My mother was the first one to remark on my coughing. I guess over the phone it sounded worse. Through wires it was compressed and released with such ferocity it must have sounded like I was a machine slowly coming apart at its innermost gears. I had noticed my coughing [...]

Just One Drink- G.E. Fields

The document mocked him from its honorary perch on the bookshelf. Alex swore he heard it laugh while telling him it was worth more as paper than his entire existence. Twenty-five thousand dollars to be paid to the beneficiary upon death. “I’m worth more to them dead,” he whispered. He took a long pull from [...]

Dying Dreams Smile-Conclusion- Sean Hogan

  She looked at me with the most amazing blue eyes I had ever seen. They werent bright blue or deep blue—they were a hazy soft just simply almost blue that made me want to swallow my tongue just to keep from biting it. Well, they must have been, but I couldnt tell for sure. [...]

Exploding-Jesse Mitchell

  Exploding I am exploding like the dark night, The dark-Extinguishing-the- light Only them and us starry night The covered up dark lonely night spread out like a blanket Spread out Across the sky.

Siberian Summer- Part1-Edaurdo Jones

I remember it was raining; it was one of those days you dreaded during a New England summer in a tourist trap. Cold, wet, and raw, not a fun- filled day by any means. I wouldn’t have even ventured out into it, if I wasn’t such a creature of habit.

Literati:Not So Much-Chad Rohrbacher

Literati: Not So Much   I In 1991 I read a poem to a group of a liberal arts college’s intelligentsia. The poem was shit and they hated it. Let me rephrase: the poem was about shit and they really hated it.

Ar 13- William Seward Bonnie

  Ar 13 I got all dressed up today to smoke a cigarette. there’s no food in the cupboard. I’m thinking about buying a goat, but according to fucking Mark, they’re more then 50 bones.

A Monthly Trim – Alex Hampshire

      “Don’t use the blow dryer, it makes my scalp hurt.” “Sure,” I responded, yanking the extension cord out of the wall and pulling it away from the little pools of dripped water that the comb left. There were scars very close to his hairline. It was hard to be sure what they [...]