August
August by Kristina England Night swells into a blood-red orange. How sticky its flesh. Skin, unpeeled, spirals downward like a lover’s discarded dress.
August by Kristina England Night swells into a blood-red orange. How sticky its flesh. Skin, unpeeled, spirals downward like a lover’s discarded dress.
To Have and To Hold By Beth Cortez-Neavel I want to be there in the past to hold your hand like you have held mine,
The Rum Diary: Johnny Depp Channels his inner Hunter S. Thompson Again Johnny Depp, whose face has remained freakishly pristine, has been actively working on
A Kiss. by Dulce Maria Hernandez My brain was a little off center, foggy as an El Norte San Francisco morning. I had a hangover,
Faking It by John Bennett He wanted to give the impression that he was a fisherman, faking it was the one true thing he did.
Dog of the Airport by Hanz Olson Dogs of the airport forget to call A whole corridor open to embrace everything prior to cancer I
GOD by Randall Nicholas After creating everything I could imagine to match my vision of a perfect world down to the last pollinating bee and
Poetry, the latest film from Korean filmmaker Lee Chang-dong, won the prize for Best Screenplay at Cannes. It is structured like a detective story, except
BICENTENNIAL by Jay Passer Back yard rode a bike around Lemon tree Ball cards and jerk off Urethane new to skateboard wheel Paper route finished
A Mayhem of Sanskrit Missionary, jecuzzi fireplace, bumper sticker bocce, 9 band Bastardillo, faith-fling-sprawl; food, beer, Amy Winehouse and gas…to the tune–‘Opera of the Cunning