Thoughts on Sex and Drinking, circa 1915
I am told that the following poem is by John Cooper. The signature leads me to believe otherwise, that it was John’s brother, C. Walter Cooper, who typed it. Judging by the embossed letterhead (E.R. Campbell 207-208 Porter Bldg. Woodland, Cal.), character of the typeface, and time the brothers lived, the poem was likely written prior to the first world war. Original punctuation and spelling are present. SONG OF THE LUSTFUL. Bring me grapes whose, fiery juice All my pent... Read More
Tootsie Truck
photo by Ando Nesia from his recent show at White Walls Read More
Awareness and Cunning for 2009
horoscopes by Angela Stardust Aries Whether or not you are involved in an argument, your mere presence can have a dramatic effect on the outcome. Be sure to keep the drapes closed. Taurus If you see red, just remember that your reaction could get you killed. People try to get a rise out of you and if you want to overcome their treachery, you need to get the support of the masses. Gemini Choices may seem tough, go with your instinct. Betray those who are likely to betray you.... Read More
Poison, Love, and How to Travel
three short poems by Larry Singleton So I Poisoned My Neighbor More than once I’m telling you I told that sumbitch flat out “Jus’ don’t do what your wife tell you.” So one morning I look out and see The new concrete driveway out back on his place A good inch minimum on my property. And every morning since, While having my morning wake up smoke, I greet the day grinding my teeth Flat as flippin’ plates. Next thing, He builds an extra story on... Read More
Yellow Tree
photo and poem by Sarah Anne Kulla On a Sunday in a new city nobody knows my name. But the Yellow Tree and the Mirrored Glass Building look like Old Friends. Quietly Happy. Read More
HISTORIA DE UN ZORRO
por Sam Kulla, traducción por Alina Benitez Gracco Roberto Aguirre se dedicaba a colocar cenizas de humanos en esferas de vidrio. Siempre usaba grandes gorros tejidos de lana, sobre su abundante cabello rubio y sucio, y pedaleaba su bicicleta que tenía guardabarros de cromo, ya arruinados. Tenía una camioneta que usaba para tareas más pesadas, pero su bicicleta era su principal medio de transporte. En el crudo invierno, cuando las calles eran resbaladizas y peligrosas, colocaba... Read More
