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The Debut of Wise Words with Bruce Wise

Asif, On Twitter
By Waseel Budecir

The Pakistani Defense Minister has tweeted back,
and threatened Israel with its own nuclear attack.
The problem is his harsh response comes from fake news he read
that linked his country’s role in Syria to crush Daesh.
Asif, on Twitter, wrote that Pakistan possesses nukes;
he had been taken in by some satiric, flaky flukes.
AWD news reported Clinton staged a military coup;
but what is odd to someone else could somewhere else be true.
And so the Pakistani Minister got caught up in
a lie that wasn’t all that hard to cause him some chagrin.

Waseel Budecir is a poet of the land of the pure, Punjab, Afghania, Kashmir, Sindh, and Baluchistan, i.e., Pakistan.


Fake News 
By Caud Sewer Bile

Fake news is rather difficult to say just what it is.
What’s fake to listeners could be what’s true to someone else.
And no news outlet can be free from slanting what they find,
and crafting articles that seem to fit their point of blind.
Fake news is rather like the news that someone else describes,
and doesn’t fit within the mindset of one’s local tribes;
for it is very hard to write about reality;
and truth is very hard to get from one’s locality.
All news is rather odd that way in that what one receives
can only matter to someone if it’s what one believes.

Caud Sewer Bile is a poet enthralled by journalism, and all its many colours—red, and yellow, black and white.


In the Final Act
by Cawb Edius Reel

Just one day after famous daughter Carrie Fisher died,
her mother Debbie Reynolds also passed away in stride.
Perhaps it was too onerous for her to take the loss;
to lose one’s child before one dies is a hard road to cross.
Unsinkable, though Molly Brown upon the screen could be,
when lovely Princess Leia left, the force left presently;
and Tammy list’ning to the whisp’ring cottonwoods above,
perhaps was overwhelmed by all the hardships borne of love.
A heart attack, and then a stroke, no singing in the rain,
oh, help me, Obi Wan Kenobi, there is only pain.

Cawb Edius Reel is a film and photography buff, who loves to watch movies and look at pictures. His favorite film director is Alfred Hitchcock, during his late British and early American periods—from the mid-1930s to the late 1950s.

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A Twist of JP Lime: DJ LSP TBT


This week at #JPLMagazine we’re proud to be introducing a new series entitled LSP’s TBT (#LSPTBT).  DJ LSP, aka LSP1200, aka Splackeem Allah, is a talented Boston producer and a vital contributor to the JP Lime collective.  He is the producer for our entire second album, Blue Star Boulevard, as well as several tracks from our first release, Lime on the Rocks and his work can be heard in the theme music for our Oddball Show podcast.  The diversity of his sound is exceeded only by the depth of his musical knowledge and passion and we are proud to shine our green spotlight in his direction.

For LSP’s TBT, the maestro will be reaching back through his sonic notebooks to showcase his work and spur new collaborations at his Soundcloud page (lsp1200).  Follow him there, as well as on Twitter (@lsp1200), to keep up on the weekly releases, and be sure to check back here at #JPLMagazine for information on one of Boston’s best Hip Hop producers.  Lime on.


For more takes on music, culture, politics and more, visit JP Lime Productions.


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Bamboozled No More! New Year/Old Year


A new year that feels old, generations old
News stories reshoveled
Old chants delivered in tweets
Hate crimes rise like steam
Blind Trusts are neither blind nor made of trust
We took a giant step into yesterday


Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. JC prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers… a lot. Her column now appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.


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The Underground Garden: Playroom Boston EP


Boston (Dorchester!!!) based DJ/Producer Leo Alarcon created an amazing catalogue of music in 2016 for the underground House nation. Please stay tuned for a full feature on Leo here at the Underground Garden in 2017!!!

This week’s Underground Garden closes out 2016 by showing Gratitude to Leo for creating The Playroom Boston EP and inviting pianist/producer/songwriter/singer Giana Scola, producer Alberto “Souljah” Correia and myself into this project. It truly is a work of heART. A “DeepHouseLoveChild” as baptized by Ms. Scola. It is.

House Tribe Records released The Playroom Boston EP and made it available for all to enjoy, dedicate, dance and sing to exclusively at Traxsource. Right now you can purchase and download “Make It Home,” “You & Me,” (both versions!) and “Only Home” individually or the entire EP. You know I’m encouraging the full package! Because they are all so good!

The EP is a showcase of Leo’s intense, hard hitting heavy bass lines and unique style of Afro Latino House, Souljah’s smooth touches, Giana’s vulnerable, emotive voice and sensual lyrics and my poetic contribution on “Only Home” dedicated to the truth of hearts holding true natures, no matter the distance.

We are all Househeads. We love it, live it, support and encourage it. This EP is special in its collaborations and dedication shown toward it. Mr. Alarcon spends a day’s worth of time on each project and for his passion, we show gratitude. Whether the project is his monthly event, Sessions, his online mixes or producing, his 100% heart is there. And so is our 100% and we invite you to feel our love through sound.

We Love You & we Love Our Muses, Our Experiences, Our Healing, Our Community, Our Selves and closing out 2016 in celebration is a Blessing.

To ALL, may 2016 have been a gift, no matter the packaging, and may 2017 be the balance. I’m rooting for you and THANK YOU ODDBALL for giving me inspiration as well. I appreciate you Chad, Jason and all of the readers!!!

“Any path brings us Home.”



Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.


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It’s All One Thing #164: In Pieces


It’s not as if I was ever in love with the way it was but when something
that at least once had some sort of function breaks down you expect
it will be replaced by something else, but, no, even when the metabolism
changed with age as any political body must, must change, parts kept
falling away as in some Disneyesque animation of the diagrams we once
used to assemble the engines of war, planes tanks and ships, of the last
Great Crisis of Globalism, 2 world wars sandwiching the long slow horror
depression that really went on for seven decades until the pure miracle
of post- WW II social democracy finally burst the strait jacket of colonial
“free” markets and the people, indeed me, wandered around suddenly
just born aware that anything could happen even as we knew, just knew
certain things could not happen anymore: the supreme commander himself
became civilian leadership, the bankers were separated from the speculators,
the war criminals would be prosecuted, the vital organs of the live organism
would be maintained but then as if to fulfill the prophecy of my hair-raising
joke of skinned knees and bumptious noggins “It looks like we’ll have to
amputate” they abdicate foreign policy to the Joint Chiefs of Staff, they install
predatory industries to fox every hen house, they turn the watchdogs into rabid
attack dogs foam dripping from snarling lips they send us out to shop and they
direct us away over and over again, nothing to see here, just keep on moving
without your guts, without your bowels, without lungs to breathe without skin
with which to feel, without your bleeding heart, certainly, yes, very certainly
                          without those pesky bleeding hearts.


James Van Looy has been a fixture in Boston’s poetry venues since the 1970s. He is a member of Cosmic Spelunker Theater and has run poetry workshops for Boston area homeless people at Pine Street Inn and St. Francis House since 1992. Van Looy leads the Labyrinth Creative Movement Workshop, which his Labyrinth titled poems are based on. His work appears weekly in Oddball Magazine.


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Poem by Lauren Suchenski

This city

this city corrodes me
fills up my empty cells with wilderness
grasps through my straw pores with hungry gasps
gulps through the seasalt sky like ancient endless wonder.

this city does nothing for me.
follows me down the dark and mindless alleys of the evening
curtsies at the close of day and crumbles through soft silk-like patterns of society
this city is hungry.

this city does not know where it belongs. this city aches and gnaws and munches and tries to hide
behind its own minute breathless history
this city squanders the light with the fumes of exhaust
this city swells like a rubberized tooth under the pressure of the harbour
always begging always begging to come closer
to bridge the gap between here and there, shore and sea, sand and stone and city and reality.

this city does not slide but steals
saunters and surrenders to the demands of fangs and tigers
this city has carried me
through crushed long hands and wide open mouths
inside of thirst and outside of fear

this city has birthed me and sent me for miles
flapping and flapping and finally flying
just in time for me to leave.

say goodbye little city you’re only a dream
and I’m only a visitor passing through the streams

This city is a memory now.

one of the hundreds of cities I am.


Artwork © Ira Joel Haber
Artwork © Ira Joel Haber


Lauren Suchenski ’s poetry has appeared in Picaroon Poetry, Red Fez, Stoneboat Literary Magazine, Vine Leaves Literary Journal and Dark Matter Journal. Lauren has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, and teaches young children as a Waldorf educator. Lauren remains an avid poet, ballet dancer, actress, photographer, painter and mother.

Ira Joel Haber was born and lives in Brooklyn. He is a sculptor, painter, writer, book dealer,photographer and teacher. His work has been seen in numerous group shows bothin the USA and Europe and he has had 9 one man shows including several retrospectives of his sculpture. His work is in the collections of The Whitney Museum Of American Art, New York University, The Guggenheim Museum, The Hirshhorn Museum,The Albright-Knox Art Gallery & The Allen Memorial Art Museum. Since 2006 His paintings, drawings, photographs and collages have been published in over 230 on line and print magazines. He has received three National Endowment for the Arts Fellowships, two Pollock-Krasner grants, the Adolph Gottlieb Foundation grant and, in 2010, he received a grant from Artists’ Fellowship Inc. He currently teaches art to retired public school teachers at The United Federation of Teachers program in Brooklyn.