I never belonged here. Always been absinthe in the tooth a cavity that needed to be filled. Forgotten, pilled/Medicated, lifted. Sinking into abysmal grief. This cocoon of negativity brings on the eight foot angels The bright blue butterflies come circling. I dreamt that coffin singing. I dreamt that I was drowning. And I woke…
Politics, social commentary and the occasional humorous aside from Janet Cormier.
Oddball Magazine, JP Lime Productions and Stone Soup Poetry come together give you latest on their minds.
Liza Zayas unearths the Boston arts scene one layer at a time.
James Van Looy and his weekly offering of poetry, history, politics and sometimes even song.
Photography by Allison Goldin.