Tag Archives: truth

“This was the year that I fell in love with a tornado…”

Posted on October 22, 2019 by

Do stick figures dream of a third dimension? If they do, that dream springs forth from the creative mind-womb of Julian Porter in the form of his debut novella Hibakusha Don’t Eat Pop-tarts. On the surface, which is not completely … Continue reading →

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Poetry Review-“Coping Circles” by Glen Binger: A Bittersweet Romp Across Gallows, Through Open Windows, Over Bridge Railings, and Along the Edge of a Razor Blade

Posted on June 15, 2019 by

Glen Binger, Jersey poet and author of “Thing’s You Don’t Know”, “ENJoy: Stories by the Sea”, and others, slams readers in the face and in the gut with a handful-sized helping of poetry this time in the form of semi-autobiographical … Continue reading →

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The People Are Crazy, Out Here in the Dives

Posted on June 7, 2019 by

BENEDICTION/MALEDICTION “Everyone is a turd waiting to get flushed; not everyone can be a floater, bottom down, top up, basking under the sun. The unfortunate truth of this is that we all came from some giant stinking asshole, functioning perfectly … Continue reading →

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Tonight is all about channeling a little rage, and that guy’s blood is still smeared all over the road outside; it looks like some car’s oil pan gave up on life and splattered all of its aspirations all over the concrete

Posted on June 5, 2019 by

Every time I hear a noise outside the front door, I race to the peep hole and stick my eye as close to the void as I can. The inside of the glass eyepiece is dirty and around the rim … Continue reading →

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