Broke-Ass Stuart is now accepting poetry submissions to be featured in his Arts and Culture column. Written & curated by Corinne Avganim It goes without saying, but I’ll say it anyway. Times are crazy! As a kid, I was told I was lucky – our parents had fought for our civil
This is part of our Books from Banned Countries series. You can see them all here. Some places have attained an almost mythical space within their communities. When the community is made of up of avid readers, specifically ones of Arabic literature, al-Mutanabbi Street in Baghdad is a popular hangout. Quite by chance,
This is part of our Books from Banned Countries series. You can see them all here. Enemy In Translation: Iran American’s aren’t known for their appreciation for foreign cultures. From certain states demanding that everyone speak English, to the lack of foreign films on streaming platforms. Most American’s are definitely nationalists when
Guest Post by BARAKANOEL Fuck You —- : 1984 “…oh well what ever never mind” *listening to an ex lover cover the body fails, i keep getting up to leave the room and wash my face; which is really fucking annoying. i’m drinking bourbon – my friend —- died.
This originally appeared in my zine Love Notes and Other Disasters. If you like this poem please grab a copy. Amy Winehouse breaking my heart moaning dead tunes that crackle from the speakers of your cell phone while we fuck on your bed in your living space in your ex
The pencil shavings left over from your makeup are still here as is some hairspray and the champagne glass you stole for me. Your essence is strewn around my room like smoke stains from a fire but you’re not here nor will you probably ever be again. The cars and
This is hands down one of the best poems I’ve ever read. My dear friend Alida turned me on to it and ever since I’ve been obsessed. The poem is by Jeffrey McDaniel and it appears in his book The Splinter Factory, which you should obviously buy because he’s a poet