He stood in the golden sunlight of the apartment on the second floor of the Boulevard Saint Germain.
The Milkmaid’s Prayer by KJ Hannah Greenberg
Exposure to cows warded against small pox, but not against everlasting forms of scarring.
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Lonely Graves by Mike Smith
Ron Stagers sat solemnly in the cemetery on a gray overcast day. Minute drops of rain sprinkled his forehead. His Continue reading Lonely Graves by Mike Smith
Showcase – The Gothic Surreal Art of Ron Koppelberger
Jodi MacArthur talks to Melanie Browne
There is a gypsy goddess from the dark side of the moon living in Texas under the guise of Melanie Browne. I had the distinct pleasure of interviewing her for Pulp Metal Magazine. She is well known for her strong, quirky flash and abstract poetry, what you don’t know is she is a former sculptor, art teacher, and most recently chooses to express herself through dance. She is editor and creator of the nostalgic and bizarre The Literary Burlesque , and has authored a poetry book called Heaven Is a Giant Pawn Shop. Links to her works are provided below.
Wicked Woman’s Booty #6: Thar Be Nay Rules ‘ere Gentlemen o’ Fortune Tread
Viper’s aim proved true.
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I Didn’t Say That, Did I?: BRIT GRIT by Paul D. Brazill
America may well be the official home of pulp and noir but the United Kingdom, long perceived as the land of Continue reading I Didn’t Say That, Did I?: BRIT GRIT by Paul D. Brazill
Why Not Teach English Abroad? Non-Fiction by Matt Kent
(Editor’s note: Matt has wholeheartedly allowed me to vent my difference of opinion & give my tuppence on this piece. So I have.)
Deciding to teach English abroad is not a career choice; it is an abandonment of career choices. Seen justly as the Continue reading Why Not Teach English Abroad? Non-Fiction by Matt Kent
fata morgana ~by~ Melanie Browne
This morning my scrambled eggs are yellow. The grass on my lawn is green, apples on the counter red. I think of Continue reading fata morgana ~by~ Melanie Browne
Fresh Bacon by Richard Godwin
It was noon when they awoke the pig. It was slumbering in the folds of my mother’s lap all the way there.
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