Earth Is An Angry Lover That Still Makes Me Cum by Kristin Garth

Earth Is An Angry Lover That Still Makes Me Cum   My parents (right wing extremists I hate for philosophies as much as what they did to me) occasionally communicate — this week about coronavirus. Say it was created in a Chinese lab, biological warfare, though Trump’s got it under control but do you have,…

Interesting Times by Ian Lewis Copestick

I suppose this it what it must have been like to have lived during the war, or the depression. With shortages and rationing, worry and fear. For me, it’s the first time that I’ve ever been to shops and seen the shelves mostly empty, and I’ll tell you what, it’s weird, it’s really fucking weird….

Scream By Alex Z. Salinas

Scream By Alex Z. Salinas A quick temperature check on social media informed Larry Rios that the state of things was like Edvard Munch’s The Scream. Uneasy and wobbly and murky, despairing; lots of loud noise, extraordinarily piercing. Larry considered the little he’d read about the Norwegian Modernist painter—an insecure wreck who’d almost drunk himself…

THE GHOST IN YOU by Graham Wynd

Read part 1 here. 2 It was their first ever encore. The others wouldn’t have paid attention but Frazer had been waiting for such a moment to come. Ego, yeah. So what? You had to have an ego to get out there every weekend and play to the punters who seldom care if you lived…

Drunken Charade by Mark McConville

Drunken Charade. Choose your path One that illuminates One that takes you through events And neon lit alleyways where alcohol tinged Human beings populate and tell their tales.   You’ve been waiting for this moment When all shackles are cut When freedom feels euphoric It all feels manic too In these testing times where hearts…

Not That Mean by Robert Ragan

Not That Mean   What am I doing? So in love, I’m starting to question my own morals. Yes, even criminals have morals. One time, I was forced to pull a gun on someone. It was during a burglary, my best friend and I thought no one was home. This friend, who I’m sure would…

Pomegranate by Ian Lewis Copestick

I think, cringing of when I was at school, early teens, thinking I was the next Joe Strummer. A few short years later wishing I was ” On The Road ” really, I was barely able to cross it. Next, a virginal Henry Miller fan. Well, I guess I wasn’t the first one of those….

Film for a Friday: Possessed (1947) – K. A. Laity

Like so many films noir, Possessed begins after most things have happened then backtracks to find out how we got there. A surprisingly unglamorous and decidedly untethered Joan Crawford wanders down the empty roads of early morning Los Angeles. When a tram driver stops to let her on, she can only ask for David. She’s…

THE COOL OF CLASSIC NOIR – Janet Roger

Here’s something that quite startled me not that long ago, from a eulogy given in Washington Cathedral for a remarkable American. The speaker was recalling a capacity John McCain had, for what she called …a stoic silence that was once the mark of an American man. So why should that startle me? Well, I suppose…

Overlooked Crime: Rebuilding Coventry – Sue Townsend by K. A. Laity

Best known for the Adrian Mole books, the late Sue Townsend wrote a variety of other interesting novels, memoirs and plays. I picked up this one after Beth Jellicoe mentioned it on her piece about Muriel Sparks’ Loitering with Intent, the latter certainly one of my faves amongst her many fine novels—and a book that…