Bedroom Rainbows or Spelunking with Balam Acab
Balam Acab swept his fingers across a MIDI keyboard and red, green and blue water poured forth from the cascading…
Tyranny and Other Poems
Tyranny A font of words spews forth, but wisdom leaches into the soil. Perfidy, perfidy all. Ancient tomes where wisdom…
How Was Your Day?
Jake got in a little after midnight, grinning and shaking his head. His wife, Linda, met him at the door…
Abstraction and Pop Music: An Interview with Tanlines
Jesse Cohen and Eric Emm sat relaxed in leather couch in the back of DC9 as they waited for showtime…
You Said Goodnight First
YOU SAID GOODNIGHT FIRST It went on for hours Our conversation was just so good It was the being together…
Review: Tune-Yards at The Jefferson Theater
“Ladies and Gentlemen, Merrill is performing at the…” Thus begins “My Country,” the first song on w h o k…
The Inanity of House Hunters
I understand that you shouldn’t choose a house because you like the blue paint in the downstairs bathroom. I understand…
3am
We hopped the rickety fence in front of the abandoned insane asylum to mark our territory just as…
bartender – oh bartender! And Other Poems
bartender – oh bartender! mine eyes espy the glory of the ending of another day work with no clue what…
Fantasy Football and the Mistake of Unity
A fantasy football decision, a choice made to appease the clamoring league of diehards that wanted a public execution –…