Monthly Archives: June 2013

Monthly Archives: June 2013

New 2013 Releases From AltrOck — review by Mark McCawley

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New 2013 Releases From AltrOck   review by Mark McCawley   Artist: Humble Grumble Album: Guzzle It Up! Country: Belgium Sub Genre: Avant Prog, Jazz-Rock/Fusion Label: AltrOck Release date: February 27, 2013 Each time I receive a package from AltrOck I am amazed by not just the variety of alternative music offered by this Italian label — from experimental to avant-jazz, Rock In Opposition to contemporary classical and progressive rock — but by the sheer excellence of the musicianship of …

Poem by Jose Padua

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Poem   by Jose Padua   POEM Although I support my sisters all over the world in their struggle for equality and quest for empow- erment, I must confess that from time to time when I say the word “titties” it is not one of my Tourette’s tics but simply me, thinking about breasts the way a six year old thinks about ice cream. Sorry. -Jose Padua

Earthbound by Kenneth Radu — review by Mark McCawley

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Earthbound by Kenneth Radu   review by Mark McCawley   Earthbound by Kenneth Radu DC Books, Short Stories, November 2012 ISBN: 978-1-897190-87-6 162 pp., 5.5 x 8.5, $18.95 CAN Novelist, short story writer, memoirist, poet — Kenneth Radu is a Quebec writer who writes obsessively in English. Author of more than sixteen titles, Radu’s body of work is quickly approaching the exactness and preciseness of a writer reaching his zenith — his short story collection, The Cost of Living was …

In Homage to My Ancestors and Their Dirt by Jose Padua

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In Homage to My Ancestors and Their Dirt   by Jose Padua   In Homage to My Ancestors and Their Dirt Because everyone else writes like the past was one long fucking fairy tale let me say that my ancestors passed a lot of gas. If we saw them at our door today we would stand up for their rights but we would not let them in the front door. Sorry, but that ever present fart smell precludes their entry. …

That Was All That Happened by Celia Farber

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That Was All That Happened   by Celia Farber   Judging from her feet, she was no princess. Size 9, with toes that were long, one shaped like a tennis racket, bunions, bones adrift. They hurt, in all shoes except sneakers. She walked fast and hard, up and down the streets of Manhattan. She could clip 20 blocks in 15 minutes, easily. Thinking, thinking, thinking. People remarked on her gait, often, friends who saw her barreling around, from a distance. …