Poems by Dan Hedges
In my view, vital poetry has to do with wordsmithing that packs reverent aesthetics into a complex semantic charge. I…
The Seersucker Returneth: Kolchak and Johnny Depp
“Code five, all cars respond,” crackles a voice over the radio. “Homicide suspect on building on intersection of Laramie and…
Who’s Afraid of The Exorcist?
It was so quiet, one of the killers would say later, you could hear the sound of ice rattling in…
A Poem by Tyler Kutner
Absurd. Surreal. These are words that could describe a line like "Opening myself to orange diamonds / I color the…
Fiction: A Chance Encounter
At 4:15 a.m., the New Orleans−bound passenger train made its scheduled stop at Hattiesburg, Mississippi, where I disembarked, along with…
The Occult Magic of Purity Ring’s Shrines
I left the recent Purity Ring concert with two predominant thoughts. One, that magic might actually be real, but real…
Movies and Politics: Truth in Fiction
With Election Day right around the corner, the propaganda machines are busily spinning political webs with which the candidates can…
Letter from Russia, Volume I: Life on the Other Side of the Language Gap
A few years ago I tutored a Chinese student during his first summer in the U.S., before he started his…
A Poem by Chelsea Blakely
If you do not understand the number 86 as a verb, you've probably never worked in food service. If an…
Divine Decadence: Memories of Glam
Glam—or as it was originally called in the UK, Glitter Rock—flourished from early summer 1972 to summer 1974: shorter than…