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August 1, 2018

I wake up to familiar noises.  Banging, metal crunching against metal.  Men, yelling orders to each other frantically.  The incessant beeping and metallic swerving of the cranes.  My small room quakes periodically when the cranes are directly overhead.  Sighing, I shake the sleep from my body as I rise from my bare mattress.  As I […]


Music Review: NIGEL’S DREAM from Tuba Skinny

July 31, 2018

I had the fortune, many years back, of discovering Tuba Skinny’s music through a google and facebook search of local New Orleans bands. Their ninth available album, Nigel’s Dream, now for download on their Bandcamp page, continues their street side fair of jazz performance, albeit with two new exceptions; little to no Erika Lewis and it all sounds right off the record needle.


Horticulture of a Healer

July 25, 2018

Her Green Thumb Heals the land she graces, Her open heart, Loves the people she faces. Her laugh, Her voice, Her smile, Lift up the spirits of all the folks. Her flawless sense of style, Is matched only by her wit, Bespoke.   She is of the Earth, Yet she is of spirit. Hers is […]


We are All Green and Gelatinous on the Inside

July 25, 2018

Drake was not emo. He was a gamer kid, and he was playing his game like nobody’s business. However, he was not succeeding in working through certain emotions. Wilma Sectna called him a creepypasta giant, meaning, he was tall, skinny, and emo. He was not emo. Drake should have made fun of her name in […]


Neaux Reel Idea: The Lost Lucas, Part 2

July 24, 2018

“In a world where Star Wars epitomizes the commercialization of a film franchise, it can be fascinating to look at Lucas’s original socio-political statements.” – Josiah Berger of Shotgun Cinema I have no doubt in my mind that George Lucas was severely hindered by the popularity of Star Wars. Looking at his works before and after, it’s clear […]


A Midsummer Night’s Hangover

July 18, 2018

  The dull ache Behind these eyes, In this jaw If only for the sake Of this disguise, Face rubbed raw. Dragging feet Day by day, Through brambles, Broken glass And sharpened clay. My soul is weary And needs rest. Peace, Always outside my reach, Though I try my best To grasp fickle joy, A […]


The Competition

July 18, 2018

Nolan Storey – Editor in Chief / Contributing Writer Glory.  Failure. These are the only options.  There are no other choices.  One man would leave in glory, and the other; if he were able to leave at all, he would leave in failure. The competition was only days away and Louis Latterman was finishing his […]


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