Past Issues

Stick And Poke Tattoo Art

Lucky are those who trade a little pain
For the pleasure
Of becoming a walking, talking canvas

Photography

An ode to the analog
Where glass and light and bygone
chemicals work their magic
And trap souls in tin

Painting

This bomb that is dropped right onto your head Vivid as a petrochemical sunset Fools take cover, the wise open wide

Written Word

An excerpt from the novel

Illustration

Wet paint and raw sentiment Visions glimpsed through heat off a tarmac They rattle your brain like a swift left hook