2 Poems by Ian Copestick

 Out Of Focus Tonight I feel like a worn out Typewriter ribbon. No matter How hard the keys hit there’s Nothing on the paper, or Maybe just an indistinct smudge. Or like an old cassette tape That’s been recorded over Again and again until the only Thing that’s audible is tape Hiss. The words don’t…

Poetry: A Winter’s Day In Wexford by Eoghan Lyng

North Main Street signways sideways Arches a couple’s caress confessed Pre-marital sincerities effortlessly Endearing a jesters generosity.   Fenian foxes locking hearts habits boxed Sandsian cries in a prison cell sells death capably Coffee containers measured malignantly. The night Has darkened as the eighties channels channeling Conventions, set as Madonna persists In her laden tale…

3 Poems by John Patrick Robbins

Taking  Hygiene Tips From  G.G. Allin I always think its best when the chips are down to go out there and start flinging your own shit at the crowd. Get into a few fist fights, maybe get buck naked. And show folks crazy is not just a act but a fulltime job. Get piss drunk…

Poetry: Turn On ( The T.V.) Tune In…. by Ian Copestick

I always wonder, as I walk the streets at night Past all the windows, behind which there’s light Just what is going on inside ? Drinking, drugs, sex or a fight ? Or is it just rows and rows of blank, dead eyes Numbed by what the wide screen T.V. supplies ? Their brains dead,…

Ten Crime Books To Help Cure Your Hangover by Paul D. Brazill

Imagine it’s a gloomy Monday morning. Outside your window, dark malignant clouds fill the sky. The residue of the weekend’s fun and frolics is draining away like dishwater down a plug hole. And work – the ultimate four letter word- is hanging over you like a hawk ready to strike its prey. You want to…

Fiction: A VULGAR DISPLAY OF POWER By Tom Leins

11am. The Black Regent Rooming House. I peel the bloody dressing off my nose and drop it into the sink. Jesus. My face looks like something out of a fucking horror-show. I’ve been sticking my nose into other people’s business for longer than I can remember. Usually for money, sometimes out of sheer perversity. My…

Poetry: Inner City Blues by Ian Copestick

Let me take you down To the lonely part of town Where the light grows dim at the end of the day When the sun goes down The strangers frown And the paranoia just won’t go away   Where the homeless sleep The broken hearted weep And love and life always go wrong Where morals…

A Floor Plan for Fiction (Using real settings for your canvas) by Tom Pitts

Setting aside the ongoing argument about whether art imitates life or life imitates art—because I think we can all agree there’s a simpatico relationship between the two—I’d like to talk for a moment about those times when art must imitate life. For pragmatic purposes, I believe there’re times when, as a writer, you have to…

Rip Torn vs. Norman Mailer

Maidstone is a 1970 American film written, produced, and directed by Norman Mailer. It stars Norman Mailer, Rip Torn, and Isabelle Dufresne. Mailer plays a filmmaker running for president who makes a movie while campaigning, fights with every political party and his wife, and has his life threatened. On the last day of shooting, a…