American Psycho and the Concept of “Everyone is Everyone”

As one of the most illustrious characters in post-modern literature, Patrick Bateman’s obsession with wealth and wanting to “fit in” is indicative of the meaninglessness of contemporary life and lack of distinguishment when it comes to both people and possessions. Set in 1980s New York, a time period that was one of the pinnacles of excess and disparate wealth, Easton Ellis paints the portrait of a … Continue reading American Psycho and the Concept of “Everyone is Everyone”

Nova Reeves Poems, Day 4: “The White Field”

                        in dream act see hands now smudged with sere frayed ribbon remnants of puente colgante. Cut the ties blindly, blindly forgot what was pursuing. The great rope bridge, path of living again and again disintegrating as rapidly as salt in water, as a child’s tear, as a summer cloud; forms of moisture risen, … Continue reading Nova Reeves Poems, Day 4: “The White Field”

Nova Reeves Poems, Day 3: “To Jim Carroll”

All in all, of this incredible time, this entire trip myriad love affairs with borders even more with envelopment: and sea-like swallowing dreams, seaweed dreams following me into twilight having kept up completely surreptitiously the whole twenty-four hours before their re-emergence then lapping at my ankles, with smooth tongues of course not to devour, but to remind the two of us–my dreams wet, and waking … Continue reading Nova Reeves Poems, Day 3: “To Jim Carroll”

Nova Reeves Poems, Day 2: “Looking For Nurture”

when she falls you fall fallout fifteen minutes doctor procedure peering into my vagina-cum incubator now turned off by skull-crushing heat of Fentanyl crept slick-like into vein needle removal of thumbnail DNA moving from much, infinite potential beautiful rays laughter and fingers curled around mine and hair growing longer, growing blond curly growing and she and I against the worlds of strictures and men to … Continue reading Nova Reeves Poems, Day 2: “Looking For Nurture”

Nova Reeves Poems, Day 1: “November Yucca”

City crickets. Yucca in bloom, November passion flowers quietly lighting small fences you, and how you love despite deep internal bleeding, discord, and the seasons of love pouring over you as viscous, rust-red, internal; strength of heart, strength of bleeding iron and oxygen the seasons of love pour and flow over you no matter how you try to deny it Try to keep it all … Continue reading Nova Reeves Poems, Day 1: “November Yucca”

Dan Jacoby Poems, Day 2: “flower children”

not sure story should be told blowing gum bubbles seemed it was going well but trust no one at paradise’s gate wishing you dead spooky laugh, hear! scale of one to ten being dead maybe twelve name change might help surgically enhance self-image no success felt more lacks self-control in late day haze personal geological plates pushing away bullshit limbo writing new lyrics sipping bourbon … Continue reading Dan Jacoby Poems, Day 2: “flower children”