In the middle of the night, the men in the blue helmets broke into Nikolai Ivanovich Komarov's house and arrested him for using the wrong words. As Nikolai’s wife Daria clutched his arm and whispered to him in Russian, her honey-brown eyes glinting with fear and worry, Nikolai asked the men what he had said … Continue reading Arrest


SUNSHINE BE GoNE GOnE GONe Old Ugly Alfred held his hand outside from the twelfth story bathroom window. "Sunshine be gone gone gone, baby!" and sunshine was nowhere to be seen nor found. Somewhere underneath the rocky moon, pie-land claims me not until I come back from the city streets to shower off this inky … Continue reading “SUNSHINE BE GoNE GOnE GONe” – “WHY the hell DOES your PEE SMELL so BAD?”

“Obsession” – “Hang yourself…” – “The Eternal…” – “Procrustes’ stunt”

Obsession Hang yourself... The Eternal... Procrustes' stunt -- Laszlo Aranyi (Frater Azmon) is a poet, anarchist, occultist from Hungary. Earlier books: (szellem)válaszok, A Nap és Holderők egyensúlya . New: Kiterített rókabőr. English poems published: Quail Bell Magazine, Lumin Journal, Moonchild Magazine, Scum Gentry Magazine, Pussy Magic, The Zen Space, Crêpe & Penn, Briars Lit, Acclamation … Continue reading “Obsession” – “Hang yourself…” – “The Eternal…” – “Procrustes’ stunt”

Though The Witches Are All Hung

June 26th, 1977 The red brick obscenity rose up seven stories against the feverish New York City skyline. Dilapidation was the apartment’s principle character, though beneath the grime and squalor a strange dignity remained; hinting at the structure’s queer tenacity, its utter unwillingness to yield wholly to the ravages of time. Built in the style … Continue reading Though The Witches Are All Hung