What Do Women Want?by Kim AddonizioI want a red dress.I want it flimsy and cheap,I want it too tight, I want to wear ituntil someone tears it off me.I want it sleeveless and backless,this dress, so no one has to guesswhat’s underneath. I want to walk downthe...
Originally published April 19, 2015. What happened here?The butterfly has lost its wingsThe air’s too thick to breatheAnd there’s something in the drinking water. The sun comes upThe sun comes up and you’re aloneYour sense of purpose come undoneThe...
Aldo Pacheco ~ A sow with suckling piglets don’t ever get the idea I am a poet; you can see me at the racetrack any day half drunk betting quarters, sidewheelers and straight thoroughs, but let me tell you, there are some women there who go where the money goes, and...
There is something about Mr. Crewson I find fascinating. I wonder how he got where he got: what was the evolution of his work? How did he finance his huge photographic projects? In the beginning, anyway. His pictures are...
New York City, April 1967—Ondine Discotheque on 59th Street. Standing at the bar throwing back double shots of vodka and orange is Jim Morrison, 23-year-old singer of rising stars The Doors, who are halfway into their third residency at the club. In his new black...
