3TV Presents: Music by Nicholas Werth
New England Summer Rain "I didn't close my car door windows. By the time I get to them, the rain will stop or slow. The seats will [...]
New England Summer Rain "I didn't close my car door windows. By the time I get to them, the rain will stop or slow. The seats will [...]
Murder Midnight streets, I am being chased a murderer, a drug dealer, unclean, unchaste. Police faces flash like question marks. Everything is running, jumping, ducking. I am [...]
religion inquisition how many versions of the bible are there why do we care when only 1/5 of the world has universal healthcare if your slave master [...]
Oddball Magazine is proud to welcome our friends at JP Lime Productions and introduce the hard hitting and well crafted talents of the JP Lime crew. We hope that bringing [...]
The elusive Keytar Bear is a street performer that can be seen in and around the Boston area. His trademark bearsuit, and intense Keytar playing makes him [...]
A mic for the brown What if there was a mic for the brown? Would it have saved the life of Mike brown? Could this mic chord [...]
On The Bottom It's a Long way down to the bottom But Only if you are falling from the top Stop. Proceed only if they allow you [...]
Excuses Life was never worth living, but living wasn't my decision and non-existence isn't an option... Excuses Stopping more often than not because going costs more than [...]
Today as we head toward the holidays, our 3TV focuses on a new attraction at Stone Soup Poetry's open mic. Edward Brandon Jr. has not only been entertaining the audience [...]
[Verse 1] To whom it may concern--Enchanté, dude's name is Sur Contact you mainly to earn a stable place to make my work An underground artist so [...]
Burning Barefoot my feet burned on cold sidewalks without shoes no armor, no words prepared just this heartbeat that kept running after you just this tear I kept trying to wipe away just this affection. open armed, chest exposed, faltering that deer that stumbles on its first steps cute you called me. but I wished to be ugly wished you could love the insides, the imperfect wished that in your drunkenness you called me more than beautiful you kept saying I was beautiful but there was broken, too And I wanted to be strong and protective and steelhearted wanted to be your champion make you go crazy with conversation the way that She did But I know I’m not it wet behind the ears and wobbly, new uncertain of me but so sure of my love for you I wanted to run but I was still learning to walk so I stumbled and you caught me [...]
Banner design © TJ Edson Oddball Magazine had no 3TV this past Monday due to the long weekend meddling with our schedule. To make up for it [...]
No Angel No Angels are buried here. But, if they were, would their wings be taken, and saved, and placed on top of their unmarked graves like [...]
Spoken Word I may not know how to transform violence into peace but I know how to separate your soul from your body when I speak. I'm [...]
Answers Stillness was so quiet when I spoke fidelity, but I heard baritone singing of angels deep thoughts of spiritually will be the most high power manifested [...]
My most random camouflage thoughts Look there, there a full moon hanging above a lousy blow job And your moans go unnoticed like boring movie scenes Kamasutra [...]
Loud Intro Lets go! Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, b-b-bounce Hook Cali smokin’ like Bally’s we work it out out People moving and grooving we put it down [...]
Banner design © TJ Edson Before we debut the JP Lime piece for Oddball Magazine today at 1:00 PM, wanted to throw out a bonus video we [...]
I'm Listening I'm Listening. Listening to rabid snarling While they tear each other's flesh With perfectly managed teeth. Whimpering. One beast dominates the other. Crowd cheers more [...]
Closet Mantra If I If I could just get just just get all all those balls balls and arms arms and legs legs and crotch perfumes [...]
Hetero Hex --or, Purge Yourselves, Darlings!-- The queandom is at hand. Our rococo swirls will get you! The queandom is at hand. Some superstud will dick you! [...]
Father Homophobe He told sensuous choir boys at camp that he knew why they had warts on their palms, smirking at their averted glances. He dreamed always [...]
In last week's Jagged Thoughts column, Jason Wright finished his series "Art, the City and the Elevator Dream." What we have been slowly doing to each post since [...]
Lilly Pond Among the wild arnica among juniper and showy goldenrod among the yellowing beauty of admixture from the Red we have Magenta and a splattered set [...]
Nobody – i’m going to throw myself in front of the train paces platform far end erratic loops muttering you hear his vow first. and – (mutter) [...]