New poetry by Walt Burns, Michael Aaron Casares, Steve De France, Joseph M. Gant, Phil Lane, Lyn Lifshin, and Satnrose
Archive for December, 2009
December’s Issue 112 brings you stormy holidays, an ex-president, and a man reminiscing lost innocence. Kick back and let the stories of Hobie Anthony, F.W. Brant, Mike Whitney, and Tom DePoto take you on a magical journey. Save room for seconds for this issue’s Editor’s Pick for “Must Read Twice” by F.W. Brant, because we’ve all been there.
I was never able to pull off riding an atom through a super collider with a nose full of cocaine and a drink in my hand. I wanted to be a bullet, zooming through the city, hitting all of the bull’s eyes in a single evening.
Introducing Luis Rivas, seems like introducing my favourite writer I got to know this year … his writing, work and attitude towards the world so close to my heart, my vision of the world. I can only recommend the reader to read his poetry fully, addictive, beautifull, heartbreaking but always with reason. I present you the writings from our new non-fiction editor, Luis Rivas … I can only say to Luis: I can’t wait till your work is published and when that time comes, I’ll be one of the first to buy. Enough praise, let the marvel begin!
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Jude Dillon presents: The poet Gillian Prew for “Happy There in My Agony” #8
Gillian Prew lives in Scotland. She has a philosophy degree and a succession of low-paid, menial jobs to her credit. Some of her poems can be found at Eviscerator Heaven, Up the Staircase, The Glasgow Review, Eleutheria, The Recusant, Heavy Bear, Counterexample Poetics and ditch. She is responsible for three collections of poems. She likes coffee, crow, cats and ice-cream.
At the time, it seemed like the ideal moment to make my move.
It’s not every day I find myself engaged in rapt conversation with a beautiful woman fifteen years younger than myself; her eyes fixed on mine with an intensity suggesting more than a passing interest.
Smoothly, coolly, nonchalantly, I said, “We should get together sometime. Like, go somewhere. Or something.”
Perhaps my wooing abilities had grown a bit rusty. But I hoped the sincerity of my offer would convey an endearing sense of innocence.
A bitter smile broke across her face. She shook her head in a manner that unequivocally said “no” and redirected her gaze downwards to the gray surface of the metal table at which we sat. (more…)
Amazing girlfriend, ugly lover, still not happy.
That is what you wrote. Jotted down, really. The way people write:
Eggs, milk, get computer fixed.
It was written in the top left corner of your journal that I was reading front to back even though you’d left me at your apartment in trust, while you went to work. Fuck trust. You were already cheating on your girlfriend with me.
Message from poetry editor Joseph M. Gant
Sex and Murder Magazine is seeking poetry, dark fiction, art, and now Mp3s of music and spoken word. Check us out at http://www.sexandmurder.com
We’re growing fast and seeking talent to come on board.
Joseph M. Gant
Poet in Residence / Poetry Editor
Sex and Murder Magazine