Connect

Photography by Bruce Gilden

I’m depressed. I’ve felt a surge of rejection over the past couple weeks, and what’s stupid is it all stems from the vitriolic, soul-crushing existence of social media. It’s simply embarrassing that, 1) we as a civilization have devolved to this being the “most efficient” way of communicating, when actually very little is communicated or learned; and 2) I, a pretty much against-the-mainstream, hippyish free spirit have fallen into all this must-maintain-an-online-presence nonsense. It’s hard living a life you know you’re not supposed to be living, that there’s a much better life for you, calling for you, if only… Read More

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Babel Jazz

Art by Ross Eccles

 

From minor to augmented (egos)
you inverted perverted sevenths and ninths stacked too high and tight like crumbling tenements and
trump tower trumpettes blaring cries for deployment, displacement,
their own decadence.
Dissonance.
The tesserae of wild flying life
the pursuit of caffeinated virtue in
my roaring twenties and twentieth-century aftermath
An improbable mosaic for the mathematically inclined:
Oils and piss and turpentine thrown onto the tabula rasa
Orchestras and cocaine and sad sex Read More

Lyrical Love: My Madrigal

Photography by Lenny Kaye

Iconic rocker/poet Patti Smith wrote the song ‘My Madrigal’ after losing her husband, Fred “Sonic” Smith, to heart failure. It begins with a sad, simple piano intro, soon accompanied by long arco cello notes and Patti’s heartbreaking voice, “We waltzed beneath motionless skies, all heaven’s glory turned in your eyes.” Read More

Storm

Art installation by Angela Glajcar

I black out in Laos w/ the Canadians and awake the next day in some tall grass next to the river w/ Amaya beside me. I can tell she’s upset and my state of mind is so twisted from the night before that I am emotionally numb. She goes right into it and tells me that she was going to leave me in the middle of the night, just get up and walk away and keep going, but Christ told her to stay and she obeyed. At this point in my life I am struggling so much w/ faith and it almost seems to my demented alcohol-soaked brain that she is using Christ to torment me, Read More

Burn


Does sifting-through-dead-flies debate
To discover another quiddity of the matter,
Improve the world,
Right injustices suffered
At the hands of the
Pumpkin-spice revolutionaries
Their only heat,
Not in hearts but in lattes? Read More

Touch

Painting by Beata Belanszky Demko

Do miracles rise from the cracked crust of the earth,
each new world existing both for, and because of divine love?
Do you dip into one pool and each ripple is a new-born dream manifest
as human on earth,
as star in sky,
as song in space? Read More

Question Mark


                                     earth
                                on          did
                             how            the
                                            dot
                                          g
                                          e
                                          t

                                      here Read More

Pregnancy Diet Quirks


Here are some strange changes going on with my palate right now. (If you’re here for the poetry, maybe skip this monotonous pregnancy diary.)

• First and foremost, beverages. I regularly drink coffee and tea. Black coffee about one cup every other day and herbal tea before bed about twice a week. Now, at almost 11 weeks, I don’t want to drink anything hot and I skip coffee altogether because it’s too bitter but I don’t want to sweeten it. I don’t normally take ice in my drinks but now I only want to drink something if it has at least three ice cubes in it. And the sudden cold affinity has been consistent in all three pregnancies. Read More