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STONED POET BLUES
Recipient of the 2015 Gonzofest Literary Award for Poetry. by David Pratt -1- Got them nowhere going, nothing showing, no use crying, even trying, dogsick endtime blues… Listen. I’m out here on the edge wondering what the? fuck to do with myself. Darting out from under the mainstream’s crush, Slipsliding […]
Fear & Loathing at the Doctors Office
By: Kris Khatchikian I’ve always been taught to trust the man in the white coat. The man who has my age in experience with the human body! A true genius if one were to ask. Yet with each harassing passing day, I find myself cursing these disguised dealers that each have […]
Pound for Pound: Weighing in on America’s Fat Epidemic
By: Ernie Hurt With Thanksgiving fast approaching, I can almost taste the giblet gravy and smell the homemade bread. Sweet pumpkin pies with endless Kool-Whip, and the anticipation of a 6 o’clock nap make drool form on the corners of my lips. As with most holidays in my home growing […]
Lessons to be learned, Finish is the death…
By: Jeroen Melis After dealing with some creative thoughts and doing research I realized that finish is the death of our work because it means we are painting an expectation or “to be like” and that puts the brakes on painting to see and feel more deeply. Every beginning is […]
Trial and Error
By: Maven Cade Leary They say you don’t truly know someone unless you see how they react under pressure. The question then becomes; how do we know ourselves if we are never forced to define ourselves and push the barriers of our limitations? Thankfully, challenges come in all shapes and […]
Summer Time Blues
By: Katie Callen It was the summer. Hot, unforgiving, steam ridden misery; the kind that makes you want lay naked in the kiddy pool out in the yard and slamming back cold beers while popping meds to dull the sense of feeling. No need for the hard stuff, I said […]
Thirty-Five Years down the Rabbit Hole of Music
By: Ernie Hurt As you read in my last entry regarding music, you can tell I reserve a fair level of distain for modern music. I’m not alone, and I find a shade of solace in that fact. My music taste lean towards only a small hand full of current […]
Public mutilation.
Black monday 17.11.2014 Today I received a message from a Facebook friend, a dutch painter. To make this article easier to read I will call him John. Because he doesn’t want to get into trouble by using his own name. He’s certainly not paranoid, but It might have been Facebook’s […]
Quietly Hanging
“Quietly Hanging” Quietly hanging in the back of the shed, was a rope with 13 knots, he had crafted for his head. An old red shed, covered in tarps, with boards for walls and dented paint cans for art. Clothed in snails and webs, scorpions and death, there hung […]
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