If I Could Be With You Tonight by Graham Wynd

The scene was perfect. Hollywood could not do it justice. A quiet house at the end of the lane. Two young people on their own. The baby they were sitting had been tucked in long ago, sleeping in chubby-fisted peace. And the scary movie – somewhat snowy despite all attempts to adjust the antenna –…

Dim Waghorn by Paul Matts

The police walked in, looking for Dim Waghorn. ‘He ain’t here,’ Stef, the barman snaps. ‘Ain’t been in all day,’ Sly, one of his patrons adds. The other two fellas at the bar, Daz and Rootz shake their heads, as if confirming this fact. Mickey Fleas, pissed, appears from the Gents. Half-finished pint of Guinness…

Dark Cloud In A Silver Lining by Judge Santiago Burdon

The weekend, especially Friday night, I revere as a weekly religious event. Worshiping at the local taverns with an ass-kicking band playing rock n roll hymns and a cold libation to toast to whatever the hell I want.   I’m not the type to drink myself into a stupor. Getting drunk is a waste of…

Don’t Call Me Thunder Slut by Judge Santiago Burdon

After three hours of shaking every proverbial tree, checking bars, searching alleys and breezeways for my dealer I had to settle on scoring my wake-up hit from the Chinos. I am not comfortable in their barrio especially when I’m “Jonesing”. I’m not familiar with the territory and I risk getting ripped off. Their “heir-on” is…

Noir Classics: No Way Out by K A Laity

Like a fool, I’m always tinkering with the list of films I teach in the Film Noir course — making it doubly harder this term because I decided to do Neo-Noir too. I decided to include NO WAY OUT because it still packs a hefty punch, especially for a film from 1950. If you look…

DICKS AND JARS AND A THIRD WORLD WAR by Beau Johnson

I needed to change the way I approached things. The laziness inherent to me is what prevented this from happening earlier I think, or maybe I’m wrong and it only comes down to what most of my life came down to: fear. Fear of failure. Fear of dying. Fear of sucking cock when I know…

I am the Resurrection by John Bowie

Max’s Filipino Taxi Dancehall was a real shithole… And it didn’t have a dance floor. A stench came from piss that ran out the front door, down the street and to the beach outside. A make-shift urinal fixed to the bar-front meant they drank, pissed and worse without moving for days. It was a real…

Post PunkCabaret

Poetry Circus and Voicex present the phenomenal Post Punk Cabaret – an electrifying mix of spoken word, physical theatre and music. Doors open at 7:00pm for a 7:30pm start. Music Genres: Electronic, Punk The Bongo Club in Edinburgh Friday 27th March 2020 7:00pm til 10:00pm (last entry 7:30pm) Minimum Age: 18 Post Punk Cabaret tickets…

Vapor Vespers Debut with One Act Sonix

New York Multi-Instrumentalist Sal Cataldi (aka Spaghetti Eastern Music) Partners with Alaskan Playwright/Poet Mark Muro for a Triptastic Slam of Storytelling and Genre-Skipping Sounds New York/Anchorage, January 7, 2020 – It’s a sonic funhouse that draws upon everything from Fripp & Eno ambience and Krautrock space explorations to 70s Miles Davis funk-jazz-noise bromides, acoustic folk…