My Aunt Sue died last night Haven’t been feeling right since, Cause if God controls everything Then why does he let us call it quits, Or let lungs and limbs stop defending off poison in the body, drink too much coffee Blood pressure goes up, too much caffeine and nicotine in the blood And your… [Read more…]
October 11, 2011
This begins now. I feel good again, its been a long time. Poets, artists lets reconvene, and put life back in to ODDBALL MAGAZINE. I’ve been depressed I’ll admit it, kind of hard when you have mental illness. But I’m back and I hope you are too. So lets build this thing together. Im on… [Read more…]
August 11, 2011
when I write, I try to be the best, like the quest Im on, to be sure shot and head strong, to kick flows like nothing you ever heard on the radio To see the sites, while I still can move, every night I stand on the stage, and prove it to you, that poetry… [Read more…]
July 18, 2011
Oddball 4 j-sun w/ luv on the night Jason went crazy we lived in a yellow house filled with j names jen and jake who loved each other madly!!!! jen threw an ashtray at his head once and I had to call 911 because I thought he was having seizures, who was faking but still… [Read more…]
July 2, 2011
The Giving Tree Eloise was a tree. She grew tall and strong and green feet roots sprouted leg trunks sprouted branch body and branch arms sprouted leaf head and hair. Eloise was a tree. James was a woodpecker, He visited her on Sundays when it didn’t rain and ate bugs off her skin and ran… [Read more…]
June 25, 2011
“Afghan Den” Crumpled sheets of foil rot in the sunlight, tucked in concrete corners of an old culture center by hands and eyes that shield. The camera flash illuminates the clouded minds, groups of squatting, dirt-filled men who cough and mutter. They see things I don’t, but have before: the indescribable illusion, comfort like the… [Read more…]
June 7, 2011
Walt, Can you save a sinner…with a swear jar? Look we all see the world in two degrees, One that sees the world as what it is, And what we think it should be And then another part that seems more like What I see, a world of prayer and profanity My dad… [Read more…]
August 19, 2009
the moon is clear tonight, though i can’t see it these words are beautiful though you can’t read it. In this twisted world, of sunsets and bad tattoos needles, and bruises and the drug abusers and the wrong word said at the right time the left is right, and a song still shines like a… [Read more…]
August 20, 2009
So I wait right? its not an amazing life, but its what an English Major from Umass who got his BA does. Its cool, but here are some stories from my work. First off, made 17 dollars at lunch today. I work at a joint where i am required to encourage survey taking. So regardless… [Read more…]
August 21, 2009
Well, my story of my life has changed from this day on. I am not going to suffer through my life, complaining why me, because I have mental illness. People need to learn to deal with it. And people with mental illness need to realize that its not their fault. Sounds cheesy like a Good… [Read more…]
August 21, 2009
O.k, so this is a little bit weird. Me and my girlfriend (or my girlfriend and I whatever you prefer) were cleaning out our living room closet the other night, and found something that we must have tried to hide along time ago, because it is incredibly creepy. It is a picture of an old… [Read more…]
August 22, 2009
The work week was as expected, gloomy, like the weather today. This past Thursday, I worked a double. On break, I came back to blog, about the first half of my shift. Now with the memory of Thursday night slipping away from me, I will try to remember the three, yes three tables i had… [Read more…]
August 28, 2009
First off, I’m wearing a Queers shirt, and I never thought it to be offensive. Second off, wearing a Dead Kennedy’s shirt in Boston would be a bad idea. Further More wearing A Ted Kennedy’s shirt would be even worse. What’s the deal with people using “like” all the time, that really bothers me. so… [Read more…]
September 1, 2009
If I could remember all my dreams night after night, if I had a filter that would suck these thoughts out of my brain and onto a database, or something, man I would be rich. I have unusual dreams, once I had a full fledge Simpsons dream, I wrote a poem about it the next… [Read more…]
September 3, 2009
Went to Vinnie T’s last night, with my girlfriend. Usually, Vinny T’s is our go to place for good mussels, and an option different then Bertuccis. When we walked in we were given our normal table on the first floor of the Lexington restaurant. Now let me tell you, first off the service was great,… [Read more…]
September 4, 2009
9:30 Alright the Chinese food is in my system, and I no longer feel like complaining about my job. Something much more interesting happened today. Alright, so I went into Rudy’s today, a Mexican joint in Somerville. I thought I would go in there and have a beer, and slyly strike up a conversation in… [Read more…]
September 6, 2009
Brother, I am proud of you. Today you have found the love of your life, and I wish you the best of luck. Growing up five years apart was difficult. We were always on two different plains. When I was five, you were ten. When I was ten you were fifteen. We never had that… [Read more…]
September 12, 2009
On September 11, 2001, our nation suffered as a country, we suffered as people. We watched powerless as the buildings fell, and soon we were at war. The next year on 9/11, I was in Salem Hospital. Soon I had the strongest manic episode I ever had and walked thirty six miles. I wrote a… [Read more…]
September 16, 2009
Sunday I worked a double, and I made bank, and I was happy. My friend Mackie invited me out for a few drinks at the local dive bar in somerville. Wait, maybe that’s unkind to say. First off, it may be a dive but there are great people over at Sligo, hard working people, and… [Read more…]
September 21, 2009
I remember a time when I walked down the hills of my old campus, and people would greet me, say “Hey Jay!, What’s new? Want to smoke?” And I would, and I would stay in a corner of someones dorm room, staring at a wall. The TV would be on, and then it would be… [Read more…]
September 23, 2009
So, today is an unusual day. As usual. I woke up from an interesting dream where I found out I was an alien, and that was pretty great. I mean I am alienated right? So I wake up, and I go down stairs and smoke a cigarette. Pretty usual day for me. Today I didn’t… [Read more…]
October 19, 2009
“Yes, sir, that was exactly what I was thinking when I put the anchovies on your ceasar salad.” That’s what I said when, a customer last night commented on the position of the anchovies on his ceasar, and how they caused conflict with each other because they were not in a straight line, and one… [Read more…]
October 20, 2009
It’s 2:30 in the afternoon, I just woke up. Came to a realization today, I’m stuck. Stuck in a limbo life, that needs repairing, so much torment in my head that its not worth sharing. But sadness has struck a chord, like last night when I played the wrong song. And in my head, I… [Read more…]
October 21, 2009
I quit energy drinks today. I drank a decaf coffee at my local teele square cafe. I went to work. And this is what happened. I walked outside and in the air, there was hope, a kind simple slug of hope injected in my blood stream, and my dreams, oh my dreams, would make a… [Read more…]
October 30, 2009
Do you remember when I first asked you to get a cup of coffee after work, when we worked at Barnes and Nobel? And when we drove that same night to Providence, and we saw Sage Francis at AS220? Do you remember when we saw your old boss there from Epitaph, and soon we left… [Read more…]
November 22, 2009
woke up from a pretty vivid dream. Almost a nightmare, not quite sure of what it is. But it is kind of funny, if only to me. In my dreams I always have realizations that shake me from ever doing anything that I am afraid of. In this case it was something simple. It was… [Read more…]
December 1, 2009
And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make. Words expressing the love for humanity, the love of your love, the love of your life…all addressed within that one lyric. Sense thought of that on his walk, a walk he took every day to get to a school, that… [Read more…]
December 14, 2009
Chapter 2 The phone in the pocket, of Senses worn out pants, rang unharmoniously, and Sense normally would ignore it. But this wasn’t the normal tone that would ring. It sounded desperate, and unusual. Sense answered the phone. “Hello?” “This is an automated phone call from…..”HELP!! HELP!! SOMEONE SAVE ME!! That was all it was.… [Read more…]
December 28, 2009
one minute free prose haven’t written in a while so i see if my style still flows or has holes but when i kick it in one minute i still feel like its not quite finished so i listen to EV and play my Wii and keep it all cool like you and me are… [Read more…]
January 7, 2010
at 4:49 this prose starts this prose i write, wether slow or fast keeps the mind moving, free at last, free at last and when its all done over again like mice and men, who messed with him who makes the money, and keeps it clean and uses tangerines to make vaseline who is the… [Read more…]
January 7, 2010
starts at 4:54 So you might be wondering, Sense Saves A LIfe what happened next?? did he complain alot cause of all the bad sex did he wring his neck from all the bad checks or did he dime dog dazzle like das efx so we chill with the sound of animals in heat a… [Read more…]
January 7, 2010
starts at 5:00 The beginning is the middle, is the end. the time we sat wasted, we sat down at the table prayed like life was all about laying and laid and getting to the next step the next step, respect, the step after that is no longer neglecting the one you love, the one… [Read more…]
January 10, 2010
When I woke up today, I wanted to stay in bed. My dreams seem to make more sense then my actual life. I dream, and in my dreams I win. When I wake up, I realize that this hangover never ends. Every day I take my pills to wake me up. By the end of… [Read more…]
January 22, 2010
Chapter 4 Sense sat down on his couch, and on the table there were fresh new flowers, fresh new flowers that had never been there before. Sense had read about botany, read every word about irises and hibiscus flowers, but at the same time, he was reading about weeds and dandelions, and how dandelions were… [Read more…]
January 25, 2010
Chapter 6 Her name was Clara, she was a new student, who had just moved from Connecticut. She didn’t know anyone. On what would normally be a drab Wednesday afternoon. Sense sat in his desk, watching the clock, as it slowly ticked on. Soon he would be free, and the library was calling him. As… [Read more…]
January 29, 2010
J.D Salinger passed away today at the ripe old age of 91. I was at work when my girlfriend told me. I was calling her about how our rents late, and she had much more interesting news. JD passing away gave me shivers. Not that he died, no, not that. It is the idea, that… [Read more…]
February 1, 2010
So Nick, I just woke up from a dream, it wasn’t a bad dream, just a dream, where you wake up, and can’t get back to bed. I just smoked my first cigarette, and am watching the sun come up. Through my windows, I can see little bits of a nice sunrise, with orange blue… [Read more…]
February 8, 2010
to a dream dream, how are you? I am fine, been racking my mind to find some time to write a line and let you know your dreams are mine I’ve been thinking that right now the dream land you live in is the proper thinking I need to make dreams happen like a passage,… [Read more…]
February 8, 2010
Chapter 7 PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME!! I DON”T KNOW WHERE I AM…I’M SCARED… The message trailed off, he thought he could here that same woman’s voice, but it sounded more desperate. The call was muffled but he could hear things moving around in the background. Sense tried to call again, but once again there was… [Read more…]
February 10, 2010
Alright, so I have to write about this. So I had a few tables today but what is more important was how many times there were reasons why to bring back the Waiter series. So my first table was two girls two years younger then me. They were celebrating because one had bought a car,… [Read more…]
February 12, 2010
The death toll in Haiti was 150,000 here is a story of two who survived On the day the earthquake hit Haiti, A young man felt like the water was warmer then usual the heart beat faster then usual, the lights brighter then usual, hopes higher then usual, His love light was blinding, His eyes… [Read more…]
February 15, 2010
first off lets get to the definition a constitution of illiterate students a conglomeration of ignorance can’t find your star in the sky look inside yourself and ask why im gonna stop a second just to mention that i can rock any audience win any election you say were programmed but I’m my own man… [Read more…]
March 6, 2010
I woke up early today, Saturday March 6th. Feel pretty good, and feel like I should share something with you. I haven’t written in my blog in a while, and so many things have happened. Like one, I saw Shutter Island. It was decent. Two. I have many new theories about LOST. They are quite… [Read more…]
March 11, 2010
Chapter 8 As Sense stared at the flowers in the crystal vase, he tried to turn on his T.V but realized it was broken. Then a funny thing happened, the T.V turned on by itself. It was distorted but it was something unusual. The screen flashed black and white, and there appeared something odd. It… [Read more…]
March 17, 2010
Chapter 10 Before we go any further we should first examine Clara, not as Sense saw Clara, but as Clara saw herself. Sense knew little about the secrets that Clara hid from him. Clara had a normal upbringing in Stanford, Connecticut. She was one of three sisters. Her father always wanted a boy, and showed… [Read more…]
March 25, 2010
today i feel like walking in traffic. I see the signs like this is a bad idea. The stop lights gravitate towards me. I feel like this is a bad idea. The cars rush past me, and I walk that white line. I stop at each crossroad and let the mothers with their baby carriages… [Read more…]
April 6, 2010
Water is the voice of the earth. When she sings in my heart, my muse tells me to sing a song, to write a book, to shape my mind, to clean out my closet, to feel out the darkness, and make it brood like a monster. I may not understand, where I am. Where I… [Read more…]
April 5, 2010
I talked to you today, i sounded dumb my voice ugly, my strong arm, loose my mind, melted my soul signing dotted lines the truth is I miss you because you are a friend someone who reads Pablo Nuruda and fights for civil rights I am not alone in this world where trees groan, and… [Read more…]
April 27, 2010
free prose here we go, its been a little since i wrote so i want you all to know that I haven’t gone anywhere just picking up the pieces of a small house a mind that drowned in smoke and out for fresh air i wrote a song the other day i do it all… [Read more…]
April 28, 2010
Many are manic either in concubine in street psychewards where they find no peace believe in dreams impossible to reach God bless the manics let them find solace in their dreams For I once was and still am manic and believe it to be a strain on the brain that nobody sees to believe in… [Read more…]
May 13, 2010
I’m going to write slow so i can keep an even flow i want to talk to you about the pro’s prose, and let you know that I was humbled last night by a cat named Pope He said to me you have moments of brilliance but your style lacks substance and I said, Ok,… [Read more…]
May 16, 2010
When i sing my songs, i kick back , and chill with the world that doesnt let me belong. But I feel sick like the best record, because Murs is in the radio. And now in my center Where I write my mind down after beers and laughs. i find i am a red spotted… [Read more…]
May 16, 2010
Hello Self, Got pretty drunk last night. Usually don’t. Usually don’t take a poke Usually don’t write a note in french to my self and everyone else. Maybe, I got a little too drunk last night stuttered to some people probably came off as arrogant a basket case, or a confidence can’t tell, just know… [Read more…]
May 17, 2010
Yes, thats what I am going to talk about today. Bright Eyes. Why has Bright Eyes gotten such a bad rap with indie rockers. I ask anyone and they always say “I hate that guy, his voice is horrible.” or write it off as “emo-fag-shit” as someone said to me once. Actually it was my… [Read more…]
May 19, 2010
Things are looking good, in a world I misunderstood things can get rough, but in the end it’s BUENO, awesome on the mind, like a trained rhinoceros my mind bends like a bullet in the city of Metropolis. A rhyme, with rhinoceros, things are looking up need to stand up on the stage and get… [Read more…]
May 19, 2010
Alright, so I went to see MURS on Monday. I met MURS and had a great conversation with him, and frankly don’t remember it. The show started, and I got up to the front of the stage. By the way the show had some real Melvins. I mean, a couple of people were pretty stupid,… [Read more…]
May 25, 2010
Science vs. Faith, the age old question. At war with each other. Science helps me to put my words onto the web. Faith helps me write them. Science explains fire and faith lights them. Faith is a the strength you have in your heart. To never stop. And Science will save your life, with the… [Read more…]
May 26, 2010
Here is a rose, my dad said. He said that every tree gets trampled by the wild rose. I guess I understand what that means. In a nut shell, it means follow your dreams. Makes Sense to me, because writing is my destiny, been writing so long it all comes naturally, and I do it… [Read more…]
May 27, 2010
Alright, give baby a concussion. Give Perkins some bullshit technicals. Time to get tough Boston. No more mister nice guys. Boston has historically been known as a class act team. We have fought through the years, the Lakers, The Pistons, Atlanta, and now Orlando. Orlando? Seriously. Let’s get it straight Boston basketball has the best… [Read more…]
May 28, 2010
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June 1, 2010
Hello loyal internals, Happy Memorial Day, this post is a special post from His House, This is the first guest poet for Oddball Magazine Online. His House is a special poet, full of beautiful ideas, and wonderful words. I am allowing him to post this, and we are working on more for this week. The… [Read more…]
June 2, 2010
Daybreak to Heartbreak We can not see as dawn breaks or witness our sunrise. Our eyes are cloudy As we break into sunlight. To grow from innocence, we travel a beaten path. Searching, for the brass ring. Our eyes now see and want acting as if we own tomorrow. Yet from the beginning yet never… [Read more…]
June 3, 2010
In this garden called me, myself and I No wonder the cavalry stands down That water wanders away from sight Clouds block sun from reaching down Or better yet the fruit from reaching up In this garden of soil so pure Traces of seeds uninvited Weeds that just go to root Pulled upon or ignored… [Read more…]
June 3, 2010
Well, I hope some of you cats, came here from listening to Charlie and I rap on his show. If so I am glad you did. RIght now, the site is being taken over by HIS House, but sense will be back soon. And then Rant is taking over for a week, but really if… [Read more…]
June 4, 2010
Sense here, chilling in Maine, here is L-s friend Dan showing how to silk screen shirts. Cause I’d like to do that. Sorry tired, had a long day. Uh, celtics lost which is ok cause we are going to win the championship, I’d love to talk but i gotta put HIS house up, before it… [Read more…]
June 8, 2010
Disappointment It appears in the lives of Kings, princes and paupers In leaders, followers and pawns But seems more painful in me Disappointment A seasonal event Or the weather report Sometimes not as bad as described And rarely lasts into tomorrow Disappointment An excuse to indulge an addiction Or other means to keep the spirit… [Read more…]
June 8, 2010
Hey, everyone! Hope you enjoyed some of HIS House’s poetry. It seems to me that giving a voice to someone without one, is a great way to fill a days work. Not saying that HIS House doesn’t have a voice. I talk to him often and he is brilliant, by the way HIS House…is my… [Read more…]
June 8, 2010
So I was given the opportunity to meet Destiny Kinal, and we talked about our love for writing, and her new book. The book named “Burning SIlk” was just recently published, and is available on Amazon, as well as Dog Ear Book Store in San Francisco. I had the great pleasure of talking to her… [Read more…]
June 10, 2010
Today was a very special day after a very horrible burrito. I lit up a smoke started walking towards Emerson. There I saw an unusual shop. There I met Pat Bartevian. Started by Pat’s father Gregory Bartevian, Bartevian Inc has existed at the same place on Boylston St. for over 100 years. Gregory was an… [Read more…]
June 11, 2010
In honor of the Best Team in the frigging World, and the best coach ever to grace a city, a person who made us all believe that with the will to win we can achieve anything. Red Auerbach may you forever be remembered. Celtics in Six….bringing 18 to the rafters. And even if we don’t… [Read more…]
June 14, 2010
Still Mourning Mourning is the shade of gray that lies still and beneath the surface In the still of morning we have little use for the colors of the palette Our internal tears dilute the brilliant ones into pale watercolors As our thoughts provide CPR to memories of days gone by An understandable disconnect between… [Read more…]
June 14, 2010
Hey Man The Storm, here from Oddball Magazine, just wrote a quick three minute song, not very good song, and I made it up from scratch. Stay tuned fellow internals, this week we have HIS House’s final poem “Still Mourning”. After that we have Doug Holder, and Rant Poet, and a few other poets this… [Read more…]
June 15, 2010
This poem is from a series of poems written during Doug’s tenure at McLean Hospital. Doug Holder ran, for ten of his 27 years there, poetry groups for psychiatric patients. In talking with Doug about Mclean, Doug said “McLean Hospital has been declared a national literary landmark, with poets such as Anne Sexton, Robert Lowell,… [Read more…]
June 17, 2010
Weird how the world trembled when they listened to my mental. Stole the science from a scientist and now I can write this. Soulful, the mind grows. A single prick from the thorn of a rose. The blood that leaks from the finger of the rose splinter writes like a caged lion inside during winter.… [Read more…]
June 18, 2010
depression hits worse when there’s no one to talk to I made a mold of a church and then i took a walk through and in my mind i said, “I’m dead” and to far gone, I need a new birth instead I gotta find God. And when I asked him questions, brethren he opened… [Read more…]
June 21, 2010
Diploma Strings by David Krancher A one-day-old baby was given the DNA for his brain in a bag half-filled with flour. He grabbed its strings and pulled but the strings got tangled in his mother’s hand and didn’t come loose until a catcher’s mitt freed him the spring he turned seven years old. At nine,… [Read more…]
June 23, 2010
Events In Memoriam By Shamaiah Tibet They know me to hoard time. So steal themselves away across the horizon To intangible places and abandon my need for solid moments. I watch fighting a blink from my eye But miss them transcending my vision completely. And watching from my mind’s view While laughing a lesson to… [Read more…]
June 30, 2010
“The Blue Sphere” courtesy of Shabunawaz Photography © 2010 Shahnawaz Achhiwala Across the Street Surveyors measure and hammer pointed stakes into the land, orange day-glow streamers wave in breezes circling the hill. Men with machines cut down maples, pines and oaks, dynamite bores into granite bedrock. Giant yellow machines claw deep into the earth. They… [Read more…]
July 1, 2010
Smile empty Soldier by Jason Wright I know. I know. You’ve told me this before. To never put flowers in bullet shells. To know the truth and the bullshit. “Logan” Courtesy of Shabunawaz Photography ©2010 Shahnawaz Achhiwala Broken we were, a tribal dance we stomped and together again, we are with more circumstance and pomp.… [Read more…]
July 8, 2010
Teach Your Dog Some Poetry By: G. David Schwartz Teach your dog some poetry He may like it, or is she she Read your dog some poetry I recommend the bard Teach them well Then you can tell Its not that hard Read your pup some poems that rhyme They may bark for a time… [Read more…]
July 21, 2010
By: Doug Holder _______________________________________ The raw, coiled red glare of the hot plate– the urine stain of a sink and the waft of Red Sauce from Davio’s below– The head a short, anxious scamper down the hall, the hacking cough of the retired civil servant through a thin wall. And the spinster who peers from… [Read more…]
July 13, 2010
I write cause my mind has to all the shit I’ve been through I write cause I have to, because I come unglued if I don’t this isn’t rap, I’m a poet end quote. Because, My mind flips times like a superman bullet I’m gonna make something from nothing, something better then myself, something proven.… [Read more…]
July 16, 2010
O rain who falls upon the waves O waves who bend across the sky O sky who hears all notes that laugh Laughing for the rain, waves, and sky O air who falls upon the grass O grass who carries bumbling bees O bees who paint the purple laugh A laughter through the busy breeze… [Read more…]
August 20, 2010
In the fall my runaway blames her hometown church, her mother, and the color of the sky. She abandons today’s green kiss for tomorrow’s gold and becomes a virtuoso in songs of goodbye. In winter I find her heart left for dead by the side of Cambridge Street and cradle it home in a velvet… [Read more…]
July 29, 2010
That Very Thin Line We sucked up that thin line between love and hate. Our hearts becoming black holes as our energy collected in space. Electric. We didn’t dare touch it. A shame, for it would have revived us…
August 6, 2010
In front of an audience of my Water rippled reflection… Basking in the thunderous applause Of your pulse, I listened to your breath Enunciate your secrets with every exhale That leaves your lips, and hits my skin. The lights flicker, and as you walk away, All I can see is your silhouette Shadow-etched into this… [Read more…]
August 3, 2010
Can God give me the correct change??? It has been said that Thoughts Create Words. Words Create Action. Action Creates Habits. Habits Create Character. Character Creates Destiny. I say: A single thought began creation. If your thoughts create bad habits, it is time to create new thoughts. Because… If habits creates character And character creates… [Read more…]
August 10, 2010
well today i lost my mind big time, couldn’t read or write, couldn’t stand up and unite, my mind with the legit quickness, I usually write with, dealt with death today kid, the death of my old mind the new world, I never saw. peace on the planet. The moon get me there soon, hows… [Read more…]
August 13, 2010
well i have had my trials. i know this, but the other day my confidence was tested. i felt like I had turned towards the world, that had turned away from me along time ago. sometimes life never seems the way it should be. sometimes, you feel like you have the world in your pocket,… [Read more…]
September 7, 2010
Across TV and radio waves an alarm rings over Massachusetts, a great hoopla is unfolding, a summer WARNING, a fear of great white sharks in east coastal waters. A child asks if the sharks are fleeing North, away from the B.P blunder It makes one wonder. Oh, and how dangerous are they? Okay, on a… [Read more…]
September 9, 2010
I wanted to write to you to express my supreme admiration for the man that you have become. I want to tell you that you might be nervous, but you will be a great dad. I want to tell you that Nicole is the best thing that ever happened to you. I want to tell… [Read more…]
September 14, 2010
The Summer it rained all day long like a fraudulent card left at the bottom of a purse. Pursuant to a dream. A large catalog of ideas. A slap. Lipped over a wishful case of stimulus. Bargain basement bins, beget shoppers looking for the newest highway, or turnaround. Bridges and Banter. Damp shirts left lying,… [Read more…]
September 28, 2010
Alright So our 100th post is approaching. We are extremely excited about the future of Oddball Magazine. Some may notice that there hasn’t been updates recently. I have noticed too. We at Oddball have taken time off to figure out whats next for Oddball. And we have decided that the sky is the limit. However,… [Read more…]
September 30, 2010
Power by George Panagopalous Having power in general is an awesome thing, control, influence, actual authority, to wield enough power to slow Government to a crawl, having the power to twist an issue so adeptly that it becomes the fault of the reformists for wanting to fix a problem, employing it to use victimization, religion… [Read more…]
October 5, 2010
A visual cacophony This beautiful thing To die a violent death could Bring an end to this begin- ning. A dismal dismantling Of internal organs weighed and measured to the gram stuffed back into an empty cavity where they’d remain Unattached. And. .Unadorned but for cotton bracelets and zip lock bags. !A macabre fresco of… [Read more…]
October 7, 2010
Más sabe el diablo por viejo que por diablo At 22, you mugged my life squeezed your arm around its neck rifled through its pocketswith your large, aged hands Pancho Villa’s men invaded your family home and killed your grandfather I have paid for those robberies Was I wrong to hold on to my… [Read more…]
October 19, 2010
October 23, 2010
Here I am in the cold, smoking a cigarette. And I find out that Eyedea has passed on. I guess another fallen star falls down to earth sleeping in the sound of the record it sounds like pain in a glass, drunk and I am writing this word after word. I get it now I… [Read more…]
November 4, 2010
INTERVIEW WITH JASON WRIGHT by Jennifer LeBlanc Jason Wright you edit Oddball Magazine!, and when I visited the website, I saw that you have almost 100 posts- congratulations on this milestone! When did you begin the magazine, and what inspired you in your vision for the journal? Well, first off, thank you. We worked very… [Read more…]
November 8, 2010
Letter from Provincetown the beauty of this place is beyond me reds and blues of the morning sky then how high white in the sky the sun stands you get grays off the water later and greens wherever you go I can never do it justice all my writing here … [Read more…]
November 13, 2010
November 17, 2010
“Dunes” its a slow walk down from the dunes that lead back to the pavement. And I know the back and forth as well as anyone. As well as she might. There’s a light stroll across the hardened sand that changes so much when approaching the softer kind. The changing gait, adjustments. Its from the… [Read more…]
November 19, 2010
here is my mind, in a nut shell, sick as a man that don’t feel well. lit up like a lantern, one that’s light is going and one word, that’s the mind, taken down by the ebbing, undertow keep flowing I stay afloat, with each lines i wrote, on a pad to quote Nietzche that… [Read more…]
November 28, 2010
HERE AND NOW new notion Look UNION DEER it is Now Up DRIED ID ID it is it Look, UP On to Here it is act, It Out Of ID on Here it is Oh or Dear Oh Here Down Up I Hi Here it is Down/Down/In/Crowd/It/is/it/is/near/here/now/NOW not here now but it is… [Read more…]
December 4, 2010
im gonna write a poem, to show you all I do belong, in a winter world, where the pace is long, and I keep on writing to keep it strong. where the world, is empty I am filled, with every thought you can think of still and i realize this, and no dollar bills, but… [Read more…]
December 22, 2010
There once was a town it seemed that was always cold. Even when it was warm it still was always cold. The people were mean. The people weren’t green. The people weren’t clean. They all forgot their dreams and no one could sleep. Not even sheep, could make them dream. They all had forgot there… [Read more…]
December 29, 2010
This post that was previously published brought about some confusion on who wrote Letter from Provinceton and who wrote New York 1960. This is a loving tribute from Bridget Galway to Ivan Wendell Hubbard. The first poem was written by Ivan Wendell Hubbard. His poem which in my mind evokes a feeling of loss and… [Read more…]
December 30, 2010
images may be altered the view of you skewed. put more in my queue and i will run with it give me a mental abyss and i will still exist confine me to the parody of what i should be at thirty let me see the documents let me see the type written note. let… [Read more…]
January 28, 2011
I want to write a new song. Maybe one that sounds like Bob Dylan. Nah, Leonard Cohen, I hate Bob Dylan. Just another Jagged Thought by Jason I would rather be fist then bone, fists can break things where bones only break. just another jagged thought by Jason I would write you a hundred poems… [Read more…]
February 1, 2011
Slowly John’s eyes opened. The glare from the sun was so brutal that he couldn’t see for a solid minute. He lay there, not knowing where he was or what had happened. All he knew at this moment was that he hurt all over. Ribs were aching, his left foot was murdering him and his… [Read more…]
February 15, 2011
By Erin Lynne Burns A mixed bag of mixed nuts- hermetically sealed in synthetic polymer bags of post-post constructionist super structures. .200,000 years of bending and fucking bastardizations of Bastard descendants of Superimposed kings on her father’s side: A, Jewish, Scottish, Irish, Iroquois, Polish, Swedish, French, Kenyan, Chinese, Canadian princess is entitled to recompense… – (one… [Read more…]
February 22, 2011
Editors Note: I just want to say that I am delighted to feature Andrew Borne again. I think his poetry always surprises me, and I appreciate his work, and am honored to know him as a person, a friend, and a brilliant poet. Please enjoy Andrew Borne’s Behind that Curtain Behind That Curtain by Andrew… [Read more…]
March 16, 2011
When I look into your eyes I can see pain, misfortune like the train of your mind has taken a turn out of rotation like if life is divided up into portions 100 % is pain the other devoted to potions. And if life can be divided into sunshine happiness, and heart warming then the… [Read more…]
March 19, 2011
It never stops by 3.14 (Cory Pie) I’ve got ink in my veins Cut open it drips like rain Splashing the page with all my pain Gushes from my soul like a water main My blood fills in these lines and it will explain If I try to bottle it my blood cells swell When… [Read more…]
March 22, 2011
Well I’ve lost my center of gravity Noone was looking out for me And I fell down, like we all do eventually. And in my eyes, I see a Blue Dog its wagging its tail, it wants to get off and go outside and take a blue walk And sometimes we fall and we need… [Read more…]
May 1, 2011
Dear readers, I feel like I have been gone for a while now, though I am still writing every day. I am glad you come and check this out, I listen to every word you have to say, the truth is at the end of the day, you are my family, and friends. Every poet,… [Read more…]
May 29, 2011
See this old skin, see these baggy eyes, see this plastic smile and lions grin? Let the ceremonies begin. See this dragon walk, breathe into a bastards lung, see the wall of blue inching in? Let the crest of the wave carry me home- let the loser win. Now watch as we all dive in… [Read more…]
May 30, 2011
Fast to say finish Please let me go away, to another place. Where the fire melts the fear away, And the warm water is flowing blue and green, Where the fat falls of the bone, And makes a dream sing. They say, fast under the breath— That this world you live in, and the way… [Read more…]
June 5, 2011
1 Arise! The sun and anew A nude day new year, aborning; new man Made aboriginal in the Lord; noon day today Flesh which was dead Abased, compost, compass calender Look to the aortic apex like aquatic In primordial providence Shaped of clay Affirmed aerate of Abba, Pater 2 Bred-in-the-bone, a dad Breathy song, absent… [Read more…]
October 26, 2011
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