Writing

By Kirby Light My mother used to work at a veterinarian’s office as a janitor. During his lunch the vet there would go and get really ston...

By Kirby Light I thought about the one in the black and pink bikini and the one in the tie dye bikini who’s eyes were hidden behind sun gl...

By Kirby Light There’s a crow on top of the hospital. He’s the only bird out. I smoke a cigarette and watch him up there. The sun is com...

By Kirby Light I tried to buy wine and Avocados at five-thirty in the morning, but they couldn’t sell alcohol until six So I bought wine a...

By Kirby Light one day I was out driving, it was one of those hot days where your clothes stick to you even though your windows rolled down,...

By Kody Ford Editor Martin Bemberg is a 21st century Renaissance man. A prolific poet, musician and songwriter, he has recorded several alb...

By Martin Bemberg After a hard day’s ecstasy the legs are the first to weaken Under the weight of the recently Belgian bicyclical Ambe...

By Martin Bemberg “I thought I’d found my husband. What a cruel joke to lose him,” She says looking back on my headache so...

By Martin Bemberg They say there are in “Eskimo” some thirty or more words for ice. But we too have many words for water’s...

By Martin Bemberg A ready-damned-made americano, iced: Where’s the taste it ought to have? And where’s my money back? I’m ...