Sunday Comics
So I pulled your name out of my Rolodex, and I tore all your pictures in two, and I burned down the malt shop where we used to go just because it reminds me of you! That’s right, you ain’t gonna see me cryin’. I’m glad that you found somebody new…
Free Thing of the Week: Creative Commons Jazz Mixtape #11
It’s back! Our publisher man drops the latest all-Commons jazz mixtape on you.
Seattle from the Skies
Poetry by Jonah Lamb.
Sunday Comics
Fifteen hours and fifteen days was all your fragile mind could take before it crashed to ground like broken glass. But I don’t mind.
I’m reading the Sunday Comics; feels like I’m almost done.
The Summer in Secret
Fiction by RT Castleberry.
Bobby Rush’s Blues
Andrew Hamlin talks with bluesman Bobby Rush.
Sunday Comics
I been dipped in double meaning; I been stuck with static cling; Think I got a rupto-pac; Think I got a big mac attack — hold the pickles, hold the lettuce, special orders don’t upset us, all we as is that you let us serve it your way.
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