Writing
Zombie Hef
Peter Marti
Zombie Hef from beyond the grave
grabs my old junk and yanks
Zombie Hef promises me nubile 20-year-old beauties but
one touch and they crumble into dust and gore
Zombie Hef points his dead pipe at me and leers over the...
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Poem
6 PM ON THE BQE
Joel Allegretti
6 PM ON THE BQE
Waiting to exit,
a dozen cars deep,
I glance out
the driver-side
window and,
beyond six over-
worked lanes,
behold rolling
gray acres of
gravestones.
As the minutes
perish and blow
across ...
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Poem
There is No Brooklyn Bound F Service
Jennifer Juneau
There is No Brooklyn Bound F Service
no F trains from this station, the sign says
at 42nd street & sixth avenue (where you spent your day)
to get to the lower east side (where you’ll spend your night)
you must take t...
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Classics
The Big Space Fuck
Kurt Vonnegut
The Big Space Fuck
KURT VONNEGUT / AGAIN, DANGEROUS VISIONS, HARLAN ELLISON, ED., 1972
“What was the dirtiest story I ever wrote?” asked Kurt Vonnegut in Palm Sunday, his 1981 “autobiographical collage.” “Surel...
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Writing
Confessions of a Wind-Up Doll (True Burlesque)
Peter Marra
Confessions of a Wind-Up Doll
(True Burlesque)
There is always beauty in the hissing sounds.
The alternating camera speeds reveal a long-lashed woman;
touching experimental films, she has a forceful birth
to destroy ...
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Writing
The Trumpeters
Michael Rothenberg
The Trumpeters
Cowards in white sheets, the skinhead cops
and racists, the religious working men
and women who think a woman’s place is
in the kitchen and children are to be seen
and not heard, and believe people of...
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Story
Macy Dreams of Red and Blue
Mac Blauner
There is the whoop of a siren, and suddenly red and blue lights play over the backs of her closed eyelids. She lies in bed. She knows it’s the cops. This is always how she wakes when they come to her father’s house in th...
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Poem
For Bob Marley and other poems
Tsaurah Litzky
For Bob Marley
I grind the beans for my morning coffee,
organic fair trade beans from Trader Joe’s
in the electric coffee grinder
my father gave me so long ago,
the smell of happiness fills my kitchen,
th...
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Poem
No One’s Beat Samsara and Other Poems
Peter Marti
No One’s Beat Samsara
You just can’t win vs. that Wheel of Birth & Death
when you have women, mojo and looks, something else
will be missing—your teeth haven't all been accounted for and now
an ex is asking for ...
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Poem
This Cat Is Now My Cat & other poems
Craig Kite
This Cat Is Now My Cat
I hope that my girlfriend doesn't come back tonight.
In fact, I hope my girlfriend never comes back.
I hope that her cat becomes my cat.
It basically already is.
I fucking love this cat.
Thi...
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Poem
Three Poems by Eve Packer
Eve Packer
in the realm of
i was heading west
from ave b between 1st & 2nd,
a storefront opposite
the Gas Station, to do the errand
i had been asked, i was
heading to e. 3rd between
1st & 2nd, to a building
where dave burrell...
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Writing
Carmen Miranda on East 5th Street
Coree Spencer
Most of the kitchen staff and busboys at Mary Ann's Mexican restaurant on Fifth Street and Second Avenue in the East Village are from the Dominican Republic, like Luis, a cook in his early twenties. Despite being just a few...
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Poem
Two Poems About the Village
Arthur Nersesian
EAST VILLAGE REMAINS
Last night
in East Village
the garbage was tossed out
only to wash ashore
along 2nd Avenue
resold by peddlers,
bought by the hopeless few
who see a nostalgia,
a bargain, who take it home
try ...
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