by Shannon Barber
Take the blade.
Her voice is smooth almost a monotone and the handle of her blade is cool against my sweating palm.
She watches me — my eyes directed to the left of the thing in my hand. I don’t tremble but my eyes shake.
I am so afraid.
Look at it. She doesn’t speak but I hear the command.
a musical overview
by Mark McCawley
Danny Kolm, Gregory Kolm and Max Kostaras are three twentysomethings who’ve lived their whole lives in Queens, NYC. Danny and Greg are brothers who started playing music together in 2003 under the name Arklight, releasing dozens of cassettes and Cdrs on small independent labels. Their early sound was a harsh mix of no wave noise, free jazz energy and punk psychedelia. Various friends filled in the lineup, with Danny playing guitar and Greg manning the drums, until 2013 when Max, a childhood friend and sometimes collaborator, became a permanent member on lead guitar. It was then that their sound shifted to reflect a burgeoning interest in songwriting, structure and improved musicianship. For inspiration, Arklight looked to the music they grew up on and loved, including Neil Young, Nirvana, Sonic Youth, Velvet Underground, Nick Cave and Beat Happening. They hope to continue their development and follow the muse wherever it may lead them.
Astor Place Station
by Ron Kolm
‘End of the Line’, Copyright © 2014 Arthur Kaye
Astor Place Station
I’d just dropped off
Some consignment stuff
At St. Mark’s Bookshop
And had fifteen minutes to make it
To Grand Central Terminal
Or I’d be late for work.
by Jacob Futhey
“CJSR Session: IV”, Copyright © 2014 Devin McCawley
I threw on jeans, buttoned up a shirt, and crept towards the door. The T.V. was blaring from the living room. My mom saw me from the couch, a cloud of smoke hung over her, “What the hell are you doing?”
“Liz from high school invited me out, it’s her birthday.”
She came shuffling towards the door; her robe half-open, exposing a constellation of moles and blotches, “You don’t need to be worrying about girls.”
“Mom please. She’s a lesbian. I’m just going to say hi. Maybe have a few laughs.” Liz always had sexually promiscuous friends around and I needed to prove my dick still worked.
Her hands perched on her hips showing more stars, “You don’t need to go out with anyone, even if they are lesbians.” I had been home almost a month after dropping out of college after a year and a half. Read more
(Kate Crash & The UFO Club)
in conversation with
“Musician, glam punk alien cross-dressing renegade
robot from the future, multi-media performance artist,
novelist, poet, director — Kate Crash is a punk
feminist with a DIY ethic. Whether it’s her music, her poetry,
her spoken word performance pieces, her fiction
or her documentary filmmaking — Crash’s glitter-speckled allegorical art
holds a unique mirror up to the present day decay and decadence of Los Angeles
in her search for her own personal authentic amid L.A’s streets of broken dreams
and almost realized celluloid fantasies.”