Hopescape
The city is scattered sparkles, sprinkles/ of light beneath the balcony/where we drink Jamaican beer, slightly curdled/in short sips, warm and bitter.
(Poetry)
after purchasing a ticket for the 7:35 p.m. greyhound
you know how the sun rays pour through plastic-sheeted greenhouse walls/and the waves hit something inside and change their lengths
(Poetry)
Featured Writers
Wallace Stegner Fellows Elizabeth Bradfield and Sean Hill read at Poetry Reading 5 at Spencer’s Coffeehouse on January 24. Both enjoyed microwave burritos and beer post-reading.
Nirvana
Damn look at you./As cold and moist as sin/Baby, you’ll be the death of me./Murder it./You’re as close as you’ll ever be.
so i totally remember seeing Tiger play guitar and sing at parties and stuff like 5 years ago, and he was pretty amazing then. now …
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Is the Christian community actually to blame here for the stifling of the gay community or is it a scapegoat for those in the gay …
Where The Wild Queens Are
I am also a cousin of the late but great pauline tabor! Very very distant but still a cousin!
FEATURES - Las Vegas, Ky.
Obviously you completely missed the actual story. It’s a book written in child logic. Max isn’t supposed to learn a lesson. For chrissake, the wild things …
"Where The Wild Things Are" is a shitty book...even for kids...
this paint is beautiful, the best, love this bb
Finding Freedom