Sunday Comics
First to fall over when the atmosphere is less than perfect. Your sensibilities are shaken by the slightest defect. You live you life like a canary in a coalmine. You get to Sunday, read the comics and then drink wine.
Sunday Comics
I can still find things to laugh about today, but tomorrow makes me cry. And I still want the Sunday Comics, even though it’s the end of the world.
Dia de Los Muertos
Poetry by Mary Ellen Talley.
The Rat Czar
Fiction by Moti Ben-Ari.
“Works against ageism and for creativity”: A Review of Dancing with the Muse in Old Age by Priscilla Long
Book review by Pam Carter.
Five Poems
Poetry by Laura Carter.
New York Dolls: Stomping Sideways in Stack Heels
Andrew Hamlin reconsiders the New York Dolls and 1973.
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