Local Lit


Seven-Arm Octopus Love

Seven-Arm Octopus Love   The Seven-Arm Octopus or Haliphron atlanticus is one of the world’s largest species of octopus.  This mysterious giant of the deep possesses a hidden eighth arm.  It only becomes visible when the octopus finds a suitable mate.  The eighth arm uncoils from under the right eye and reaches out for the... More


Horizon Blues

Tonight I’ll try; I’ll board the ship Concrete feet I cannot lift Look at me from across the blues You I speak, it’s you I lose My ores are heavy, oh they weigh Though my heart is anchored by this land’s bay   Oh lady, they say distance can be leaped But cures are scarce... More

Anima Libra

Anima Libra – Part III

The website bothered the hell out of me, not just due to the content, but something felt off about the pictures themselves.  They looked way too perfect, almost manufactured.  The facial expressions don’t seem to vary that much, leading me to believe that whoever had put them up had doctored them.  James has a background... More

Good Lord

Good Lord

Made ever in the image of the divine indeed? Made ever in the image of God? Good lord what do these underlings concede; humanity’s personally created fraud? Indeed the divinity is of human hands made and of mortal blessing immortally blessed, but from feignéd power to peasant bower, blind faith takes care of all the... More


Club Rules

  A Flannel shirt revolution politely asks the sun to shine. The Moon drowns in the ocean of consensus, So this discord is a tsunami of independence. Directionless antagonism is still meaningful.   Unrepentant corporate art in your contrarian club, Unnamed ads on untamed sidewalls aren’t witty. All summer we stare at the graffiti; Life... More


Oh Life

What of dreams and darkness and those singing things from lullabies?         The final fret pressed to chord and re-chord the changes of all things;         Dreams and dancing, darkness and death? What of hours passing in diners and dives with jukebox memories of a love so well known you break the... More

Lara Zankoul “The Noone”

The atavist

  I lived once in a room that was in a house that was in a snow globe my little schneekugel—   Each pale pink shutter glistened with sunrise each window held a candle that didn’t burn— cheer was a 24 hour thing everything always new and no dust settles under saline water— a dirt... More

Eva Lewarne – “Eye of the Needle” 1

The Century Tree

  They say that home isn’t a place – home is people. And perhaps they’re right, at that. Few places seem homey without the benediction of familiar faces and voices. But then there are places with a special kind of resonance – places that just feel right, that answer back when you speak to them.... More

Chloe Barcalau


  I’m crashing my way through six blocks of coral reef to your heart. When I speak of heart I am not referring to the paper red cut-outs that we pasted macaroni to in grade three. When I speak of heart I am referring to the gross red-blue-black pound of muscle on the left of... More

Timucin Toprak – “Bir marti oldum suzuldum ista...”

Worlds Apart: Tales from the Land of Aden

During the storied reign of Abbasid Caliph Jafar Al-Mutawakkil, AD 850 in the Christian calendar, there lived in the bustling port town of Aden a family of poor fishermen.  Malik caught fish by longboat; his eldest son, Suleiman, dried and salted the catfish, turbot, and mackerel with bare hands on the wharf, while Said prepared... More

Denis Buchel “Mirrored”

Some Philosophy

what is life, what is love, I’ve turned off the lights in my mind, and for what cost? To submit my self in truth, and lie upon my suffering.. as if it were nothing more than a pillow, or an honest lover.. God “I shall know only as much as the body will allow” and... More

Animal Libra image Jamie Pollack

Anima Libra – Part I

  “Oh…oh, God…” she gasped, her breath hitting sweet against the growing beads of sweat against my neck, sending shivers along my bloodied back as her nails dig into my skin in a desperate attempt to hold onto the moment. My fingers knead her shoulder and thigh as she wraps her endless legs about my... More


Savage Novel

Dear Hollyweird, you have taken the ‘Indian’ out of Tonto and made him into a white man. clearly, you know God is a red man fighting for justice with a bow and arrow. I have no comfort in your lies. I am the truth, the naked truth of fear. Oh yes, Fear of a Red... More

Öl auf Leinwand by Paul Kayser, circa 1942.

Men of the Earth – Part IV

    “Where the hell are they,” Hogarth growled. He was referring to the conspicuous absence of Amadeus and Lee, on that day of all days. It could’ve also been the heat getting to him. It was a scorcher and everyone was feeling the effects. But I and everyone else knew it was more. That... More

Glen Gould Statue


  The history of man is never filled with truth. No lie can sustain the unmask thief in life. Along the balance, there is no even flow – only distortion of broken lines. A woman will give birth to the roots of human nature. Only truth is abundance in her eyes. The fruit of life... More

Oriol Jolonch “Amar en tiempos de Guerra”


  They are breaking down the doors, my enemies, my emotions, my own heart aching as the world raises its loathsome weapon;   a hanging rope of scorn to choke out hope, and make of love a pestilence..   and I may weep, and I may pray, and lose myself to vice along the way... More