Art »

Boxing Gloves Wall St by Matt B. Simon
by Matt B. Simon

Stop Wall St Bailout by Matt B. Simon
by Matt B. Simon

Salton-Sea by Matt B. Simon
by Matt B. Simon

Greed Kills by Matt B. Simon
Greed Kills

Felt Rain by Djavan Santos
Felt Rain by Djavan Santos

Bottles by Djavan Santos
Bottles by Djavan Santos

Pencil Illustration by Sergio Gusella
Pencil Illustration Sergio Gusella

Poetry »

Ramblings of an idiot... by Josh Kilbourn
Exiled by greed, lust and self torment. Bestowed ignorance.
Swallowed up, consumed by compulsion.
If it was 258 A.D. I would be a Pirate, sailing with the Gothic-Herulic fleet.
Ravaging towns coast to coast, with a multitude of slaves and wenches.
Historically I'd be the esteemed hero of every child's story book.
One of absolute folklore and legend. Nay they say, not in this glorious Century.
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Untitled by Emma Olson
first, bundle. not longing to break free, huddled mass upon the
sidewalk. no longer able to separate himself from the blanket
that envelops him. grey body blending into grey sky, street and
I click clack by in high heels that barely skim the surface while
he breathes it with his being. cheek against the artificial stone
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if we are alone; language by Megan London
if we are alone; language
after oppen
I am too close or
they are too close or
we are all too close
to each other / to this &
buying time
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America'd by Ben Nardolilli
Canada outside the bathroom door,
Knocking, asking,
If I'm alright, sliding
A card under the slit,
His number on it,
He says I should call him
If it happens again,
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Make-over by H.E. Mantel
She got herself an
ankle tattoo, one with a
scalloped ribbon. And
PURR-manent makeup
-highly-erremovable!,
a hair weave, then an
Italian Cut, and
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The Woman's Song by Terra Brigando
She begins by singing an aria
up on 52nd street, right between
the second hand store and the flea bitten dog
tied up outside the Chinese fish market, his ragged bark
setting the tone to her song like a bruised drum.
She is singing in soprano, and although she is dressed
in her one best dress, this is not an oratorio;
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Fiction »

Revenge by Mark Spinrad
Albert Gaines killed Marty Henderson. It wasn't an accident per se, though he certainly did not purposefully intend for it to happen. Still the court ruled in favor of murder charges because Gaines, a noted disrepute and troublemaker, was a "lost cause" with a rap sheet over seventeen pages long even though he was barely eighteen
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A Story About Bob by Alexander Ligyron
This is a story about a boy named Bob.
Bob was in a hurry. It was almost seven twenty seven, and after a little quick math, he realized that he was forty two minutes late. But Bob wasn't making any excuses for this, no, it wasn't his fault, he reasoned. Fat baby was late, was always late, and Bob should have known this by now. Instead of placing the call earlier and thereby allocating the proper amount of time to make it downtown, Bob was stuck huddling underneath some noname bodega on 47th street, its tattered awning not even sufficiently sheltering him from the steady,
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Words From Within »

Rehabilitation Mrs. Boxer
Mrs. Boxer
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"Recovery Inside" Anonymous
Rehabilitation is a life process, in recovering from alcoholism. I learned that I will never be rehabilitated.
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The Story of My Life Anonymous
The story of my life.
I was born in the 1971 to my parents both in prison.
Raised by my grandparents and a house full of men, my uncles.
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Finding My Backbone Anonymous
I joined a program with an idea in mind: to get sober and stay sober. So, when I heard, "You don't have a backbone," I didn't know what that meant. I looked at the people that were telling me I needed a backbone
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Running Anonymous
Running always Running away.
Can never stay in one spot for too long.
Running away from people, places, things.
Running in circles, Running away from,
Then back to the same things.
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Essays »

The Transformers by Sarah Fidelibus,
President Obama reminded us in his address to a joint session of congress on Tuesday that, "[A]t every moment of economic upheaval and transformation, this nation has responded with bold action and big ideas." Now is the time for both, of course, and our current circumstances present us not only with some of the toughest challenges we've faced in nearly a century, but also the greatest number of opportunities to truly transform our nation into what we want it to be going forward.
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Railed: Appreciating America's Forgotten Workhorse by Matt B. Simon
We inevitably lose interest in certain things as we age, binkies, cartoons, flashing lights. These are understandable examples, but when it comes to trains and railroads and their ilk, the awe that we held as children inexplicably disappears. We grow up, buy cars, spend months of our lives in traffic, and only remember trains when we're stuck at a junction while a mile-long freight train rolls in front of us.
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Blood, sweat, and tunes - A band's passion in a changing world by Jennifer Miller
Recently named one of Music Connection's Top 100 unsigned bands of 2008, Shattered Atom is breaking barriers and pushing forward as they prepare to launch their first full length album, "The Knife, The Thief." Jeremy Wilford (vocals/keys), Kelsey Drayton (drums), Daniel Khim (guitar), and Troy Ross (bass) are Shattered Atom. An Indie rock band that fuses organic and electronic sounds with pop structure, their sound is commonly compared to the likes of Coldplay and the Killers.
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Excerpt from Through-Sound, a novel (Chapter 2) by Rob Saigh
Tuesday. One a.m. Harmon dreamed he was in school, the first reel of his life called Frustration.... Harmon looked down to see he was bereft of clothes. He wanted to escape before any other student saw. Harmon grabbed some black roses to cover his genitals, but the thorns kept producing thin lines of blood, like dark varicose veins snaking along his skin. No one noticed him wincing. Ellen Sue Ambergris, with the pigtails and the fat five-colored pen in her front pocket, rose and strode to the front. She pushed her thick glasses up on her fat nose and proceeded to conjugate regler. "C'est parfait, Mademoiselle Ambergris."
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