by Jesse Cameron Alick, photo by Ando Nesia When I was in fourth grade I had a costume party for my birthday. All the other girls dressed up like princesses. I dressed up like the demon Yamantaka. As soon as all that lace and little girl high heels walked into my party, I knew I’d [...]
photo by Andy Kulla Horses west of Rattlesnake Butte, west of Big Sandy.
poems by Larry Singleton Excerpt From: The Numbers Game Ruminating on advantage of investment On foreclosures and takeovers Focusing on paper pyramids On investment portfolios of financial security? Lock it up with yourselves In a gilded vault. I may not be able to buy gasoline But my house is unlocked And I gaze toward beauty [...]
by Jesse Cameron Alick Every time a rapper, comedian or 17 year old kid on a corner in Brooklyn pronounces the word “bitch” as “beeatch” they are paying homage to this titan of hip hop: Too $hort photo by Ando Nesia from his recent show at White Walls While it might be remiss to say [...]
by Larry Singleton It’s never been any big whoop To sow the wild seeds Not since time Began
photo by Caroline McCarty “We were walking and from far away and saw these dogs running in the road. As we approached, they got scared and dove through a hole in the fence then ran around to the front gate to stand by the sign and scream at us. I thought it was funny how [...]
March 20, 2009