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…

Mercury and Icarus by James Walton

Mercury and Icarus   In my early teens my next door neighbour was conscripted after he turned eighteen he came back from Vietnam with a hole in his leg above his knee it had its uses a pencil could be passed through it or a safe view of the occasional eclipse would be offered to…

Why I don’t remember my Aunt Letty by E F Fluff

I was seven or eight when my parent told me I was adopted. It happened over dinner. “Yeah” Flippant, I was initially too worried whether there would be enough gravy for me to make my potato swamp. It wasn’t a big deal – I think I’d always known – like I’d always known I was…

Mittens and The Economist by E F Fluff

They told me he deserves what he had coming to him. That it was about time. That, he’d always been a bit of an asshole. It was a wonder it’d taken so long. They often say that.   An asshole? When we were young, when we were kids; he always hit to hurt. Always went…

Dracula is Not Sexy by K. A. Laity

I was happy to dive into the latest take on Dracula via the BBC: Claes Bang and Dolly Wells. But I marvel anew at the attempts to make the count a sexy predator irresistible to women — and in this case men, too, which is at least something of an advance on the novel’s Victorian morality….

Fear by Marvin Northcutt

It’s amazing  the attention you receive being  230+ pounds ,6”3 and Black. You usually wear all black,  (like the omen) , people see you walking 10-20 miles daily in combat boots,usually  fast,  regardless of conditions or weather. You usually wear an icy grill, 1,000  mile stare .And always, always  twirl a red stiletto knife in…

F is for Fake, V is for Vermeer by K. A. Laity

I am probably always thinking about fakes and grifters, but just lately thinking about art forgery (see also this). Of course this is part of my ongoing thoughts about Patricia Highsmith’s Ripliad (so many thoughts), but just in general my obsessions with con artists and fakes. In Ripley Under Ground, Highsmith has her alter ego…

Warm Snow by E F Fluff

It’s so cold the pink-dappled-green-brown-bubbled phlegm just sits on top of the snow. Normally it’d sink down a bit. There’s no time to the memory. It becomes endlessly repeating. The room is small. As you walk in, to your right, the entire wall was a mirrored wardrobe. Two-fifths of this was side-by-side shoe racks, another,…

Alkaline Trio – Through The Years by Mark McConville

Punk band Alkaline Trio formed in the humble city of Chicago in 1996. Since then, the band has catapulted into an institution, a band that appeal to the punks, the emo sector and the freaks. By blending heartbreaking lyrics with shuddering guitar parts, the act has evolved into a staple of the music industry. Fronted…