No New Woman
by donal mahoney
I’ve found no new woman,
as you’d like to surmise.
But the next one
who braids
my mind with my heart
won’t get away,
not even if she’s a nun.
The next one like you
I’ll lock in a room
near the sky and there
will I kiss her until
she is certain
a thousand butterflies
one by one
are lighting
all over her body.
Cramped Uptown
by Amy Temple Harper
34 ppg, Hard Cover, bound by Spork Press
Review by Travis Catsull
Cramped Uptown is the first book from Amy Temple Harper and it’s a thing of beauty and imagination. A very strange …
Film Review – Piranha 3D
by Ben MacNair
Bodies and Blood. Girls and Gore. Readers of the Daily Mail really should look away now. With a look back at the B Movies from the 1970’s, this 3D …
Austin music veterans Night Beats, and dynamic new comers The UFO Club released a 10″ split on The Reverberation Appreciation Society record label. For those of you unfamiliar with a “split” record it simply means …
The Smell of Rain
by Michael Albanese
When he peels out of the motel parking lot, he fails to notice how the rusty, dry dust kicking up from threadbare tires, shines in the light of the Utahan …
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Yeah, images here in poem reminds me of the paintings of Maxfield Parrish… http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maxfield_Parrish
Intense stuff.
This has terrific images.
“braids my mind with my heart”
Nice.
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That’s awesome, Quasi. Never heard that one before.
Ah, we’ve all got a little ‘born romantic’ in us…yes, to be in love with love and no worries ’bout tomorrow. I felt like that once, but hey, if the girl fits the bill, I use this number one pick-up line: “Excuse me miss [hold up napkin], does this smell like chloroform?”