Monthly Archives: March 2009

A Poem For Kevin Brockmeier Which Borrows Its Section Titles From Albums By The Cure by Heather Swan

I. The Top     In the year 2008, scientists say devastation is on the horizon.     That there is no stopping it.     That we’ve begun the downward slide. II. Staring at the Sea        And look, an elaborate castle made entirely of sand. III. Boys Don’t Cry     [...]

Our Town at Barrow Street Theater

In the second act of director David Cromer’s production of Thornton Wilder’s Our Town, currently enjoying an open run at the Barrow Street Theater, the character of the Stage Manager, performed by Cromer himself, interrupts the play’s main storyline to reflect, as he is wont to do, on the nature of love and marriage:  “You [...]

There will be blood: Ron Athey curating Resonate/Obliterate I.E

After a two-hour drive from downtown LA and arriving slightly late, we entered the dark and crowded locale in Riverside that had probably once been a restaurant, but now had black plastic sheets covering the windows. On the old bar, an oiled-up bodybuilder was standing and trembling in a miniscule swimsuit and a splash of [...]

The Lady in White: A Short Story by Melissa Cucu

Professor Klein pulls her blazer closed and adjusts her spider pin. Carol, who sits next to me, asks if that is a spider and requests for it to be removed from the blazer for the time being because of her fear of spiders. Professor Klein unpins the spider and lays it on the desk, then [...]

Two Poems By Laurel Bastian

NORTH POLE MISSIVE I want a grown toy with a bald spot like chrome and pecs I can bounce my breasts off of. the hinge my life’s waiting for. a mini-chow, in a chow purse made of snake, which, if alive, would swallow it irreversibly. I want stilettos made of Stilettos so I can walk [...]