A Twist of JP Lime: Blockhead Customs – Urban Art & Apparel
A weekly sampling from our partners over at JP Lime Productions.
A weekly sampling from our partners over at JP Lime Productions.
Oddball Magazine, JP Lime Productions, Stone Soup Poetry, and special guests come together to give you the latest on their minds.
Liza Zayas unearths the Boston arts scene one layer at a time.
Photography by Allison Goldin
The Edward Hopper House It was a bitingly cold winter, even by the frigid standards of New England. Stephen James, a severely depressed, financially destitute bisexual painter, lived in Truro, [...]
Part One. Part Two. Part Three. As Art slowly stopped moving, The city kept, ever expanding. And city mansions over grew Tenement halls, They rolled over offices And the [...]
Part One. Part Two. And though he had eyes, Art also had heart, and ventricles that kept his blood moving His blood pumped fast, and the city [...]
Back in the beginning, when Art wasn't winning, He didn’t know that the city was surviving On the blood pumping through him Till they stuck him, and [...]
There was once a man And he had a city on his back And wherever he went There were thousands with him First, it was just houses [...]
A Martian Visits the MFA Boston- After Humanity Degas’ Little Fourteen-Year-Old Dancer still stands. Her shoulders, caked in layers of dust, molded as though they were made to quiver, but [...]
One Morning © Stacy Esch Kissing you Hear as my silence is (PART V) We merge alone together now While life has intercourse with time Logic is replaced [...]
Illustration © Stacy Esch Kissing you Hear as my silence is (PART IV) The move of your mind is free To dance and bare no harm to come [...]
© 2013 Allison Goldin Kissing you Hear as my silence is (PART III) You can understand the spiritual physics of laughter's sensuality Relieved as the evaporation of need or [...]
© 2013 Allison Goldin Kissing you Hear as my silence is (PART II) You are being now You find you are returned by the touch of air You can [...]
© 2013 Ira Joel HaberKissing You Hear as my silence is (PART I) You are the proof of love lives And the end of lonely is the completion of alone You [...]
Oddball is happy to present the first of what we hope will be ongoing contributions from C.C. Arshagra a poet who has worn many hats at Stone Soup and the New [...]
It's relaxing to shuffle on once sulfurous-sored feet my back no longer aching though stiff as this hard oak door. I'm in feed-mode. I see through cataracted lenses. I rend with [...]
There's too much undead in the room. My boomstick no longer goes boom. My shirt now has a stain that just might be my brain. There's one more undead in the [...]
Roommate Of Zombie Tries To Say I, uh, just ate the plums half-rotting in the fridge which, uh you were probably never gonna eat I'm sorry-- wait what are you d- [...]
Eating Poets Chad Parenteau Similes slobber like intestines from my gut. There's no profound zombie like me. I have been eating poets. The alpha zombie doesn't even have a clue. [...]
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. [...]
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 [...]
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. [...]
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 [...]