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…

Two Poems from Eoghan Lyng

Home Thoughts From An Airport   Fingers twitched wayward queue. Will you, won’t you stand. A fair tree robin sits, Geared ennui sets in. Tolled bag carries counters, Complete suites arise, Hoteliers and auxiliaries Teary eyed say goodbye. And I walk onward, But back. Turn over the heaviest Of ruck-sacks complete with a Ulysses Fiction…

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…

Sooner Or Later The Light Must Come by Ian Lewis Copestick

So, here we are, mid January. 3 weeks past the winter solstice, And already the nights are Slowly getting lighter. It’s 4:15 Before it gets dark. A couple of weeks ago, it was pitch black By 4:00. As a reality and an analogy It helps to cheer me up. “This too will pass.” It never…

An Extreme Cure by Ian Lewis Copestick

An Extreme Cure One thing I’ve noticed when I’ve been In the hospital with my Dad, for his Radiotherapy, is  how friendly everybody is in The Cancer Department. They are polite, Respectful, caring and basically How human beings SHOULD be. It makes me wonder if the shock Of cancer has somehow reset them As people….

My Body Is Not A Message by Kristin Garth

My Body Is Not A Message   and if it is, I didn’t draft its lines. Had I been its author I might craft it more streamlined, an appropriate, refined, suggestion of a chest. Some smaller tits to hide behind a sample size sundress— same kind designed for women you would grant esteem. I force…

Wines and Walks by Eoghan Lyng

Wines and Walks   Wine lies on her fingertips The red silhouettes her breast Addressed, to her lover so much Younger than she. Needles wheeling the pillowtip And it slipped, the sharded glass Cutting the finger form, and of it Crashed the blood. Many a man has loved her, Many more tried, trying too Hard, too little, too…

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…

smile, kindly, in self-defense by Eliana Vanessa

smile, kindly, in self-defense   i brace before my bff, Mike, the detective, talks, especially around the holidays,   the conversation often begins with a compliment, something along the lines of, “Babydoll, you know i love your smile, but remember…”   then he’ll go on to inform me, for the umpteenth time, that crime and…