Two Poems by Abigail Lee
The goal of poetry is to see the extraordinary in the everyday, and plainness in the fantastic, I was once…
The goal of poetry is to see the extraordinary in the everyday, and plainness in the fantastic, I was once…
I was twelve the first time my dad took me to see the Voodoo Man. He wasn’t a voodoo man…
Many of you will not like this poem. You will sense that it's unacceptable. You will not see what's so…
The Biters are a four-piece band hailing from Atlanta, Georgia. They unabashedly play a trashed-out, almost anachronistic combination of power-pop…
FEBRUARY 3, 1971, 11:07 P.M. It’s all a lie. The New York City cop leans over the front seat, as…
From the depths, today's poetry comes. MIchele Miller's verse gives attention to the spaces of the psyche which light neglects.…
Right out of high school I had the incredible privilege of bypassing the immediate continuation of my (academic) education. Having…
When Allison Geller sent these poems to us, they were a part of a larger series of poems which explore,…
It’s Superfest 2012 and the Congress Theater down the block hosts heavy beats and youthful entropy. I spent the night…
I first met Linda McCartney at the Scene on West 46th Street. A hip little grotto in a cellar, it…