Best Worst Year: Episode 97 (Or, Place to Be)

Pour a cheap Malbec into the frying pan. You scrape the morning away from the cast iron surface with a spoon, beneath the boiling glaze. Vapor smells like burning oak and chocolate roses with a fatty roundedness to the scent. You can feel humidity in your fingers, it seeps into bone and joint—inflammation and ache. You have your mother’s hands—at the cusp of an arthritic wither. You have seen the future in bird-wrists and bone sculpture. She was the first artist you knew—bone china canvas, a painter’s palette of soy sauce, cumin, and ginger. Medium of rice and egg wrappers, the undertow folded into edible origami.

doctors inject
Cortisone in your mother’s neck

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Best Worst Year: Episode 96 (Or, My Own Private Revolution Summer)

When history is written by publicists and Rock n Roll Hall of Fame inductees, crumbs come easy off the table. Friday night in record stores instead of bars–late nights flipping sides over a Fisher turntable–you divine your kind with a single-mindedness reserved for the truly devoted or the the utterly alone. At sixteen, one can be mistaken for the other. Twenty-plus years later, such distinctions are harder to reconcile. Yet, there are kindred spirits rising off dusty grooves who will tell you otherwise. You have committed the lives of your saints to an apocryphal text, written by the glow of computer monitor. At best, Robyn Hitchcock described you as a “love letter lost in the mail for thirty years.” And who are you to argue? If the legend is true, somewhere in Memphis there is a warehouse full of your proof, still tied to escrow by a bad debt between a distributor and your supposed saviour. Sealed in plastic, there are ripples of promise held in your starless circle of sky.

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North of Order by Nicholas Gulig (A Review)

 North of Order
123 pages | $16

North of Order lets loose an overarching imagination, one that is freed of borders and delimitations, and one to which Nicholas Gulig’s own geographical detours have most probably contributed – he was born in Wisconsin but studied in Montana, Iowa, Thailand, and now Colorado. Here is a mind which has been unfettered and transplanted, several times, and grown acutely aware of space as something beyond the confines of our daily experiences. Continue reading

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