Category: Stories & Poetry

‘Nomads Revolt; Mischief Brew Sets Fire to The Night in Brooklyn

Mischief Brew lead singer Erik Petersen definitely had himself a happy birthday weekend capping off the fun with a sold out show at Brooklyn’s newest venue, Sunnyvale in Bushwick on Saturday night. The show was Sunnyvale’s first ever as they…

William Parker’s “Yes I Dream of Freedom” Dedicated to the Memory of Martin Luther King

Martin Luther King’s weekend was the perfect time for the premiere of William Parker’s newest work Flower in a Stained Glass. Mr. Parker is a renowned composer and bassist and this weekend together with the “Tone Motion Theatre” he presented…

The endangered species of the Irish Bard

Why bother explaining you what Irish music is all about? As far as I know – suffer,wars, English are scum, my man is gone abroad, some fun of an old rich lad and self explanatory – how I got drunk.…

The Partizan Song: Песня Партизана

Brothers and Sisters here is an epic tale like no other! This is a dark love story between an American paramedic and a Russian debutante on the eve of a global revolution against the iron heel of the oligarchy. A…

#38 Moscow Hostage Crisis

#038 Moscow Hostage Crisis Part One Life of the slave show! I will remove you from your castle and make you watch the way we live in the wilderness below. And she slips off her high heels into a star-crossed…

#24: Looks_Like_a_Love_Battle Field

Cold Warriors come out and play! “If you’re feeling a sudden rush of strong emotions for me, I recommend we act on them, immediately.” Quick draw, action hero! A pass was made on the Aryan side; She’s SO far half…

#36 Her Bright Eyes Tell Men Lies

  Her Bright Eyes Tell Men Lies _The longest road to nowhere is not a distance travelled, But a speculation on hopeless amounts of flesh, Under garments torn in heat of passion_unfastened, ripped Unraveled. _And her bright eyes told men…

BANG!_There_just_went_Midnight!

  _If I had only one bullet in the chamber_ I’d have to get the target close_ To not blow it. The shot. Not the target. Though, I’d let the target blow me in the chamber close. Given all the…