by Donnie Casto II “I don’t believe in fairy tales, because there is no happily ever after in life.” The words hit him harder than a sucker punch to the stomach. Life broke everyone to a degree, but to hear such a statement from a child whose biggest worry should’ve been […]
Who made Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas? Ralph Steadman or Hunter Thompson? In Truth, they told the same story through different ink. What Fear and Loathing summed up was the Depravity at the Heart of the American Dream. The ugliness behind the True Spirit of America. What both artists […]
Interview with Rev. Dudely Noted of the Church of the Latter-Day Dude Unless you’ve lived under a rock for the last 17 years, or you’re too young, you’ve probably seen the movie “The Big Lebowski”. I have a sweatshirt that I wear quite a bit that says “The Dude Abides” on the front […]
by Mario Burns The night before my nightmare Sitting in my chair I begin to fade out at some point Wake up downtown There is blood on my hands and shirt I rush home; pull the covers over my head Close my eyes Before I fall asleep, the alarm goes […]
by Mario Burns Fresh off my latest fail Drunk behind the wheel Backwoods in eight feet of snow Nodding out to the sound of the benzo Jeep decides to kiss the ditch Call for help, couldn’t be found Time to take a rest and close my eyes Awaken to the […]
by Ashley Beth “There are two powers in the world; one is the sword and the other is the pen. There is a great competition and rivalry between the two. There is a third power stronger than both, that of the women.” ~ Muhammed Ali Jinnah It’s funny how circular […]
by Robert Oldenburg The Capital Theatre was undoubtedly the nicest building in town. Few locals would debate it. It was one of the few buildings that could still be dated back to a more prosperous time. When, with the first moments of the town’s inception not far removed, the monies […]
by Christopher Joyce Taken from Chapter 6, Ginger Gone Bitter, out of Canal Days… (a Celebration of Counterfeit Dreams…), I celebrated my eighteenth at home with Ginger, Haddie, Jack, and Jordan. It was supposed to be a quiet party, just Haddie, Jack, Ginger, myself, and good old fashioned weed, beer, […]
A Gonzo poem without parts dedicated to Hunter Thompson and my friend Ron Whitehead By: Larry Jaffe I turned neither left nor right and wondered how it was possible to stay straight on center when turning was superstition and leaving home was birthright I turned again in wonder […]
Hand on the snake and the innocent protected her darkness is lofted, one feather at a time rending the clouds she dreams in. She is screaming aloud, “Please, take this child from me!” this lizard she sees, sleeping in her blood. Exhaling, under the bed is the art of children […]
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