Helldog Love Snogging Cowgirl Alarm Clocks and Jesus Christ on a Popsickle Stick

Helldog Love Snogging Cowgirl Alarm Clocks and Jesus Christ on a Popsickle Stick by C. Wilder and Quasimofo [wonder twin powers ‘activate!’] oNe Let us embrace the fictittylicious love at first blogsite and write the most beautiful thing about love from the heart: “Locked at the lips and locked at the hips tongues twist in […]

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In Miniature– Sort of a Monster Mash-Up

Plymouth Rocks, the Grey Album by cocteau “All wordz/ belong to all people [‘cept these].” — Marty Esworthy History, c’mon, tell me a story: GAUL! Three parts! Yeah, one part pet rock, two parts, poison-dart. Mais, dans l’obscurité, tous les chats sont gris. … Those flowers in Spring: a search for luv & glory, m-m-m-my […]

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Scattered

Scattered by matt ronquillo Curling along a drawl tied to tongue alongside the flowing water’s current were sparks of a greater meaning as glimmers do among collective rivers: “Nothing divides a people who strive in common like the trampling actions just beyond the merest acknowledgment of a group’s collective power taking precedence over what contentment […]

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Review of “Hecate Lochia” by Hoa Nguyen

Hecate Lochia, Hoa Nguyen, Hot Whiskey Press Review by Daniel Casey It is perhaps most relevant to begin reviewing Hoa Nguyen’s ferocious poetry collection, Hecate Lochia, with a brief consideration of the title. With a nod toward the Greek goddess associated with nurturing and childbirth (Hecate) and with a reference to post-partum vaginal discharge (lochia), […]

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Year Ten 1986-1987

Year Ten, 1986-1987 by joe cloyd Running around Screaming Hating school Hating The pledge Of allegiance Not being Afraid of Nuclear war Laughing at Everything Wanting to be A communist Thinking you’re Big shit Starting fights Teasing girls Teasing the rejects Wanting to be Superman Or a werewolf Or a vampire Or a cockroach Waiting […]

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Making Sense of Christopher McCandless

Even now I have mixed feelings about Christopher McCandless, the book, my reaction to the book. It feels very weird to disagree with virtually every decision that a person chooses to make and yet admire his adventurous spirit. Sometimes I wonder how much my reaction is to Christopher himself and his story, his death and how much of it is my reaction to Krakauer’s empathetic treatment of his subject. He is certainly a great writer.

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