edward birt

You are what you eat and I’m not meat by Edward Birt

Bacon. Ham. Sausage. Steak. None of this gets on my plate. Chops. Chorizo. Squid and offal. Divine to some, to me just awful! “Why?!” folks say – “Meat’s so [...]

February 23, 2017 // 12 Comments

two poems by carolyn elias

June 1, 2015

Animals in Winter A pale yellow sun observes brown trout undulating inside a frozen lake, the red swollen bellies of cardinals cajoling grey squirrels and hares scurrying [...]
The Emperor Has No Balls by Lindsey Thaden

March 30, 2017

After INDECLINE’s multicity American art installation featuring a naked Donald Trump August 2016 written in collaboration with allen ginsberg & karl marx the little [...]
On a Photograph Never Taken of F. Scott Fitzgerald and Friends, Manhattan, May 1, 1920 by Benjamin Goluboff

September 2, 2016

Fifth Avenue had been cleared and they drove Stanley Dell’s Buick twelve blocks down the parade route before a cop chased them off. This day last year, with all the [...]
April Sleeps in Velvet by Marie Abate

June 1, 2014

April has a headache. She doesn’t want to take her pills. She remembers last night, the tavern on the other side of town where she had to go to escape everyone, and she [...]
Fairy Tales and other poems by Jonathan Duckworth

May 21, 2017

Mediation. Shallow rill of air between our throats & the arrow that finds an artery. Our dreams boiled down, reduced to waxen dreck. Less ask, more tell, say we; do not [...]

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