accidental poetry spilling onto the page like frothy milk inspired by stars draped over a velvet canvas margaritas in mason jars uncontrollable laughter vivid colours impossibly hued beach hair falling out of the sky over a patchwork of green and blue marriage proposals at pizza bars literal leaps of faith friendships knit together nations away from home lilting … [Read more...] about Accidental Poetry
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Love That Dirty Water: Red Sox Spring Cleaning
- by Megan Rilkoff. Baseball spring training has begun at the new stadium, Jetblue Park, in sunny Florida, and for the Red Sox, the 2012 season has called for some heavy spring cleaning. First, a brief (and tragic) recap of last season’s devastating collapse which inevitably accounts for much of the change going on this season. Heading into September, one month away from … [Read more...] about Love That Dirty Water: Red Sox Spring Cleaning
Boy Meets Bar: A Half-Loss of Words
-Andrew Ramirez * It’s too bad. A few days ago my computer crashed and I watched two thousand words from a story I’d been working on go bye-bye right before my eyes. Very literally, my story became half the guy it used to be. At first, I tried dealing with it like it was just another relationship gone sour. I went for a walk. I toyed with smoking a cigarette at nine in … [Read more...] about Boy Meets Bar: A Half-Loss of Words
Trailer Trash: Three Ways to Improve the Oscars
By A.J. Serrano I realize that only a few weeks ago I wrote about my feelings towards the Academy Awards but, my God, last Sunday's Oscar telecast could have easily been mistaken as a substitute for Somabien. The disastrous show simply cannot go unmentioned. An improvisatory drinking game proved to be the only reason I made it through the rotting sludge of weary-eyed … [Read more...] about Trailer Trash: Three Ways to Improve the Oscars
Boy Meets Bar: Heavy Weights
The other day I was making a list of all the drunk writers I could come up with. Bukowski, Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Faulkner, Carver, Cheever, Chandler, Crews, Poe, Thomas, Thompson, Johnson….And hell, maybe it was just because I misspelled Kerouac so many times that I had all those scratch outs, but that list got so long it was off the cocktail napkin and right out the door in … [Read more...] about Boy Meets Bar: Heavy Weights