I’m suspended in this state of in between.
A numbness washes over me.
My mind shoves out the overwhelming clatter.
And the static inside grows ever louder. 35 more words
By Melissa Marni
There was nothing unusual about the way the coffee was poured. There was nothing unusual in the way it tumbled from the pot, dark as a wicked temper, or in the way the waitress smiled at him, a toothless grin that stretched her bloated, veiny cheeks almost to their breaking point. 994 more words
Authors and critics might be correct when they write off Detroit-area saxophone player Steve Mackay as simply a sideman to the Iggy Pop-led Stooges in the early 1970s, but doing so sadly undervalues the importance of his contributions. 639 more words