Roosters of the Apocalypse: A Review
When I was a senior in high school my English teacher had us watch Al Gore’s famous (or infamous) movie,…
Category: Original Lit
My Immigrant Maternal Zayda from the Czarist Era
Morris Kuritsky (my maternal grandfather also known as Moshe to kith and kin) illegally yet surreptitiously boarded the…
Rampage
The parking lot was full of lost souls. Their footsteps crunched against hard, cold cement. Hands shoved into pockets, fighting…
For I is Someone Else: A Review of Who Is That Man? In Search of the Real Bob Dylan
“For I is someone else,” wrote Arthur Rimbaud in one of his famous “seer letters” of May 1871. “If the…
His Weary Note
I can see by the way you’re looking at him that there is a sense of resentment, but let me…
Lost in Big Houses
The old guy wobbled around to the door. I knew he was there because the light darkened against the soap…
The Trumpet by Gil Fragoso
“The music is dead, Johnny.” Johnny looked surprised. He took a sip of beer. It caught him off guard. Johnny…
My extraordinary bourgeois personal cause célèbre by Matthew Harris
Adulation commencement began at birth and continues to this April 10th, 2012! Ever since initial debut (jumble…
I Know You’re Still Smiling, You Can’t Help It by Fletcher Young
I’m not sure that anyone sane mourns you. Not the people of the city, or the commissioner and his wife,…
After Firing the Shot by Conley Lowrance
AFTER FIRING THE SHOT for Paul Verlaine The dirt beneath the stones is filthy &…