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Jodi MacArthur talks to Melanie Browne

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.

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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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The Big Issue by Paul D Brazill

You see, they call them issues these days.
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Sticky Like Baked Chicken by Dave Migman

Ho, it’s hot. A car park stopover 4pm scorching and I stink – yesterday’s beer and fake Mexican food oozing from Continue reading Sticky Like Baked Chicken by Dave Migman

Bum Summer by Gladys Jackson

Three days and the sore’s still coming out of Tyrell.

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Dirty Up The Doorstep by Mike Sauve

With my girlfriend away for the week I had gotten back into some bad habits. I’d consumed nearly a case of beer and Continue reading Dirty Up The Doorstep by Mike Sauve