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A Poem by Dana Alsamsam


These are meant to be read side by side, they're parallel. Also listen to "Lady" --Regina Spektor while you read http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m0..
It's So Nice to Finally Meet You

It's So Nice to Finally Meet You

A Story by Port Glory


A semi-fictional piece I wrote a few months ago while I was in a pretty dark mental place. This was more of an exercise in catharsis, getting words o..
Keith 2

Keith 2

A Chapter by Elle Thompson


I don’t enjoy drinking alone. It makes me feel pathetic, lonely, vulnerable, etc. So, as a rule, I only drink alone when I’m already fee..
Mata Hari

Mata Hari

A Poem by Fetish Ewing


Mata Hari, the Speak Easy bar in Savannah, GA, is where the quietest tragedy takes place every Saturday night.
III. New Orleans

III. New Orleans

A Poem by Dana Alsamsam


From my series "World Vision" in which I address a poem to every destination I've visited.
Bar Lights on Beaumont Street

Bar Lights on Beaumont Street

A Poem by Sarah Conder


In a darkened, squalid bar, lost among Suburban city streets, The Revellers and the Rioters convene on a Friday eve In high spirits;..
Judy O'Ree

Judy O'Ree

A Poem by Will


I wanna tell you the story of a dear old friend of mine. Her name was Judy O'Ree, and damn was that girl fine! She had locks of gold and eyes of ..
Chapter Three- Got Garlic?

Chapter Three- Got Garlic?

A Chapter by EncoreDeZiza


No Rest for the WickedEncore De ZizaCopyright, All Rights Reserved2013Chapter ThreeGot Garlic?“Des Moines, Iowa?” M asked, frowning at the..
the end of my world

the end of my world

A Poem by V M Smith


the crop circles multiplied when the aliens came. i died before the fire but the rest i can explain; there were vampires and ants monsters t..
Liquid reality

Liquid reality

A Poem by Joseph Cooper


One may wish to never wake from a dream, to find out the world is not what it seems, instead of beautiful and deep, filled with just plots and schemes..
Black Velvet

Black Velvet

A Poem by Diana Lynn


Submission for contest.
Friday Crowd

Friday Crowd

A Poem by Burton VanGogh


Wrote this in my favorite bar where I spent most Friday nights during college. It is somewhat narrative, and definitely dark. Most bars make me pessim..