Spencer Reece: Writer
A Grace of Words, Saving Graces
In a new memoir, poet Spencer Reece pays tribute to the joy in the art that saved him, reflecting...
Plague Years: Review
Plague Years
A Doctor’s Journey through the AIDS Crisis
Ross A. Slotten, MD
University of Chicago Press
Reviewed by Hank Trout
In 1992, a commissioner on the Chicago Board...
Better Davis and Other Stories: Review
Better Davis and Other Stories
by Philip Dean Walker
Squares & Rebels
Reviewed by John Francis Leonard
One of the most powerful tools used by an author is...
Buried Memories: Poetry by Robert Carr
Robert Carr is the author of Amaranth, published in 2016 by Indolent Books, and The Unbuttoned Eye, a full-length 2019 collection from 3: A...
Song of the First Men: Poetry by Shaun Hill
Song of the First Men
I board a bus to the city beneath
the tunnels under train-lines,
pass the chapel of chapped brick
and drop down in the...
RAW! UNCUT! VIDEO!: Review
RAW! UNCUT! VIDEO!: a love story about fetish porn
Directed & produced by Ryan A. White & Alex Clausen
Wohler Films LLC
Reviewed by Hank Trout
RAW! UNCUT!...
Golden Shovel for Arthur Russell: Poetry by Harry Hoy
Golden Shovel for Arthur Russell
My cello sits in the corner collecting dust. This
could be embarrassing but the fine layer of rosin and mite is
invisible...
Selected Poems of Emanuel Xavier: Review
Selected Poems of Emanuel Xavier
by Emanuel Xavier
Rebel Satori Press
Reviewed by Chael Needle
Emanuel Xavier takes Harold Bloom’s criticism of spoken word as the topic and...
For Larry Kramer: Poetry by Hank Trout
For Larry Kramer
by Hank Trout
A plague!
It’s a plague!
Forty million infections is a fucking plague
Larry gripped the podium like a life raft
He leaned toward the...
Love Don’t Need a Reason: Review
Love Don't Need a Reason: The Life & Music of Michael Callen
by Matthew J. Jones
Punctum Books
Reviewed by Hank Trout
When Michael Callen took the stage...
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That first time we knew
by the three spots of blood
left in the snow
outside your apartment,
the style of night sky
up above us...
Drunk, we...
