A Magical Time by Ian Lewis Copestick

I’m sitting here and thinking of when I wrote my first few poems. It was a magical time.  It was a cold, cold winter and I was working nine and a half hour night shifts in a cardboard box factory. It took me over an hour to get there, and the same to get back….

Three Poems From Stephen J. Golds

The way the blood feels on my fingers I forget how long It’s been sometimes, Darling.   The last time I saw you you fled into an empty night screaming at me you were going to throw yourself from the top of an apartment building. We had both laughed but our laughs were different then,…

GOODBYE BABY BLUE by Eoghan Lyng

GOODBYE BABY BLUE By Eoghan Lyng   I laughed at your jokes in times of doubt, My wallet your friend when down and out. But yet you care not for my stances, Favouring idealistic, false romances. Can you not see behind your lies? The truth has made you paralysed. Speed jive and petrified, There is…

Nurse by John Patrick Robbins

Nurse He had started drinking early and largely hadn’t slowed down aside for the occasional trip to the bathroom to either take a piss or puke. They all viewed him as a hardship case . His wife had left and took the kid . His fridge was empty minus some yuppie IPA beer she had…

Songs 1978 – 2010 by Richard Sanderson

For the second release in Linear Obsessional’s “Retro Linear” series, we present a collection of songs recorded over a 32 year period by Richard Sanderson. We have taken the unusual step of allowing tracks to be downloaded individually, as there is a wide stylistic variety. “I am now mainly known as an experimental musician and…

Arrive, Accomplice by Kristin Garth

Arrive, Accomplice   Dozens before you, bows in their hair, are lifted there, a feathered carriage ride to who knows where. Strain to stare until their eyelashes tangle tight, fight formaldehyde of perpetual night. Two, you served it in cups of tea, a hazy sensibility you lack reclining against its velvet upholstery. This avian belly…

A Fistful Of Poems from Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Throwing Shade   He says it is nothing like discus. Kind of like the javelin and less like medicine balls.   This one who talks like he competed in the Olympics.   A red Gold’s Gym muscle shirt to show off his veiny arms.   Making his pecs bounce around whenever the young girls from…

Overlooked Noir: Crack-Up (1946) by K. A. Laity

No surprise that this one would appeal to me: Noir ambience? Check. Art and art forgery plot? Check. Mind manipulation? Check! Yeah, art and a sort of Hannibal connection, well – I’m sold. Never mind that Crack-Up stars Pat O’Brien, an unlikely everyman as its hero. It’s got Claire Trevor though, with a wild swathe…

Noir Classics: Those Who Walk Away – Patricia Highsmith by K. A. Laity

Don’t let the pull quote form Slavoj Zizek put you off. This too-little read classic by Highsmith is a cracking read. It’s suffused with an existential dread so thick you could cut it with a Derwatt paint knife. It starts in Rome and quickly moves to Venice, currently repopulated with swans and dolphins, which is…

Stumpfer Gegenstand by GROTTO TERRAZZA

Transforming from a blunt object into a smoldering saint, just another day thought on the never ending collage of life, a pattern that continuously evolves like Grotto Terrazza, the Munich based art/music/life project of Thomas Schamann. ‘Stumpfer Gegenstand’ (Blunt Object) is his musical debut for Cut Surface and Maple Death, a beautiful intimate album of…