Archive for January, 2011

6:45PM – Drastic sabotaged by unscrupulous Techniques

By this time, the DJ battles are ready to begin and the masses are filing into the stage area by the dozen. Columbus’s hometown hero Drastic is scheduled to do battle. He’s a master Technique technician. He works two turntables and a mixer like Eddie Van Halen works his Frankenstrat. Slicing, dicing, and juggling beats like a master chef and headline star of a three-ring circus rolled up into one. Serving up a menu full of fresh beats for hungry ears and turntable acrobatics to amaze the eyes. (more…)


Happy Birthday- Kasey Kline

Posted: January 29, 2011 in Poetry



Lie filled smiles

Birthday Cake

washing the cum from my mouth

Secrets Burned

Beneath green eyes

Heavenly pats

0n the head

for a good girl

Soul less giggles

to fill the silence



of speech



desert sand


on knees


thoughts of you.

The sound of a lone freight train breaks the hush of golden filtered light.

Autumn afternoon.. reminder that the green of the yard and the tangerine dreamscope

isn’t far from the urban jungle ; the grime of city streets and the graffiti splashed buildings.

Light in autumn dances through leaves of trees, lingers longingly across grass as if hands are (more…)

At the end when he finished sharing I wiped away my tears
Realizing for the first time that someone had shared my story with words that were not my own that I didn’t even have to speak
That someone knew me and didn’t know my name
Someone had felt what I had felt that they came out
The other side whole (more…)


wants to put

you into a

work uniform, (more…)

I knew a boy who
would hide as traffic drove-by 

a boy who melted Darth Vader in the oven

I knew a boy that collected (more…)

Pastel Hell- Leeroy Berlin

Posted: January 19, 2011 in Poetry


pastel hell

I was driving home from the bar

on the road between rows

of suburban houses. Pre-fabbed

shitboxes (more…)

In just a few short weeks we will be commemorating the anniversary of the late great Doctor Hunter S. Thompson’s death. So what I’d like to do, is get some Art submissions of Hunter S. Thompson portraits or images created from his words. I feel this will be a better tribute than any of us trying to craft words to pay tribute. Hunter was a one in a million and a million words wouldn’t be able to capture his essence. But as they say a picture says a million words, so please send all submissions to with HUNTER S.THOMPSON in the subject line.    We’ll be posting excerpts from Hunter’s work alongside the art.  All submissions must be in by no later than February 18- The  art will be up February 20th to celebrate the  life and times of Hunter S. Thompson…. Thank you- Edaurdo Jones- Captain of the Ship

i understand there is a difference

between going there, or not

the fluff expense isn’t for the faint of heart

mind, or the mechanics of any machine

she says “what you wanted” in reply

like there lay the trump card, jack o’ clubs (more…)




I walked alone until I had eaten all of the bio-luminescent thoughts I could find. At the end of it there was a wall with graffiti in a dead language and marginally living translator clutching a rat in his one good hand. My heart stopped beating for two bars during the crescendo and I caught a cab deep into the Alphabet, so deep even the  cops wouldn’t follow without self contained breathing apparatus and pressure suits. No room for pastry means cranky partisans clamoring for the good old days when men were men and sometimes women like the aged Mr Fitzgerald in his off the shoulder and a dashing pair of red pumps. (more…)