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...
Pride on FX: Review
Pride
Episodes 4 & 5: 1980s:“Underground” & 1990s:“The Culture Wars”
Executive produced by Alex Stapleton, Danny Gabai, Kama Kaina & Stacy Scripter for VICE Studios...
Tim Dlugos: New York Diary: Review
Tim Dlugos: New York Diary
David Trinidad, editor
Sibling Rivalry Press
Reviewed by Philip F. Clark
June 3, 1976 “My intention in starting this is to keep it...
Signs of Madness: Poetry by Tim Dlugos
Tim’s poems appeared in early issues of A&U. One of them, “Signs of Madness,” shows as much of Tim’s experience of AIDS, as it...
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In Which I hate My Bones: Poetry by Ajay Sawant
In Which I hate My Bones
Bones like sticks, calcite rolls, bones underneath
intolerant skin and loose muscles, bones
made of stones, like transparent lamenting
through years of...
