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by DC Diamondopolous Drunk and stoned, Scott staggered out the door of the Whiskey a Go Go and into the night. A blurred neon sign from the Sunset Strip flickered and shuddered through the ebb-and-flow haze that hovered from his high. The notice to appear before the local draft board was crumpled deep in the […]
Under the Skin Would I fain not peel these subterfuges Neatly, like a banana’s yellow shell Off these your eyes locked in a forced slumber?
Last Night We curled around one another and let the night drift in through the window and wash over us
The Warble The warble, round like the earth and its sky, land colors
by Paweł Markiewicz Mortals: A, B, C and D are shackled, pinioned to a crag, diverted, dreamful
poem/essay by Brian Glaser 1. The source of wisdom in you cannot be exhausted by your limbs
by Donald Dewey Giraffe munching on the highest leaf, you are a freak on your skyscraper diet. Your neck is yanked from your heart,
The Railway There used to be a railway line in our home, but our house was made of stone and steel. We used to hide from trains right to the windows and look over the smoke wreathed hills,
emptiness what a prologue seems like is a canvas painted on the knife who knows if it’s real or just a haze inside are two false faces in the triangle phase both veils fall once the trance is closed and the real story can rise to be composed.
by Mario Șerban The limit of pain is just a greater pain and so on. Maximum pain is a myth. So, what’s the point of complaining? You will never share a nervous first kiss and both look away smiling and blushing afterwards. You will never be kissed on your cheek at random by your girlfriend […]