by James D Quinton for a Monday night the place was fairly packed we paid the two pound entry fee to the tie-dye skirt wearing woman at the door and found a table before we could order a beer a video projected on the back wall came on it was a swirling montage of vague …
Category Archive: Issue #1 – Moral Panic
Aug 15
India Ink
by Frankie Metro Wet Blots 2 headless men & one envious straggler carry their skinny bones along a road whose darker sides vary, depending upon the weight of the hand. you can almost make out Adobe white clay glowing in the smokey chest of some god w/o a tongue & the branches of a burning …
Aug 15
Geneology
by David Blaine Dewey came home to introduce everyone to his fiancé, a flapper girl from the city. He was driving a new Ford and his fancy shoes and wool topcoat let the family know that he’d been doing OK. He’d obtained the three things he’d left for: A good job, a decent car and a …
Aug 15
I Am Not Here
by Wayne Mason Meditative beast gnawing the be bop plasticity smiling through the orgasms with detachment and re-invention Confusion had slowly inadvertently gone miles back railing skies of stale gray longing and paradox Ecstasy comes with utter misery infinitely plastic disposable highways and sad realization That I am not here
Aug 15
Shredding The Sun
by Wayne Mason Fields of American motion street voice sidewalk outside alienated sutras shredding the sun in favor of moonlight Amid hazy unrealized dreams driving through bleak multitudes displacing reality came a thousand desolate hungered blue stories Sputtering swirling benders motionless singing cheap guitars destroying vast purgatories with feng shui of blood and poems Splintered …
Aug 15
CEOs
by Alan Britt Perhaps they spin counterclockwise whenever they need to, then clockwise on a dime, plus all the wises in-between. Navigating by atoms & gravity, understood as a freak of natural power, as most powers appear to be a freak of something, navigating by blistering atoms without exploding them & winning hand in marriage …
Aug 15
There’s All Kinds Of Drugs
by Catfish McDaris I was raking the yard, pulling the last skeletons of marigolds, foxtails & poppies, when I noticed A well dressed man walking toward me, he wore an unnatural grin, somewhere between wild euphoria & a lunatic insanity Figuring he had just smoked crack or snorted angel dust, I lifted my rake into …
Aug 15
Testing
by Bud Smith while you’re in the bathroom taking the pregnancy test behind the aquamarine bathroom door you’ll be in a separate world of white porcelain tiles medicines that can’t cure you mirrors reflected in mirrors I’ll be out here barefoot on the orange hardwood floor folding t-shirts with pinhole burns from welding my black …
Aug 15
True Believer
by Bud Smith i am the true believer i am the true believer give me a tuna fish sandwich a paper carton of yoohoo and the keys to the Chrysler i am the true believer i got hands custom molded to fit on your golden breasts on ripe golden apples and down your polyester pants …
Aug 15
Please Don’t Google My Name
by Misti Rainwater-Lites I was little and didn’t know anything so They told me stuff. Mostly They told me about Three being One. There is a God, he’s the biggest, he’s the Daddy of them all. There is a son, he’s Jesus, a necessary pawn. There is a ghost called Holy Spirit that will come …