Vol. 1, Issue 14

“Listen, man, I don’t wanna fuss nor fight, I’m not that type. All I want is a job, I’ll work day or night. I don’t wanna play with you, I just wanna work with you.”

“I Wanna Job,” Abner Jay
Abner Jay, Born Entertainer | Nonfiction

Abner Jay, Born Entertainer | Nonfiction

by | Feb 14, 2018 | Nonfiction, Vol. 1, Issue 14

The last working minstrel in America was also its first independent recording artist. Decades before independent recording grew into a techno-cultural wave and a bounty of self-produced CDs, Abner Jay recorded and produced eight LP albums and sold them out of a...
“Ducks” & “Nashville Rain” | Poetry

“Ducks” & “Nashville Rain” | Poetry

by | Feb 14, 2018 | Poems, Vol. 1, Issue 14

Ducks Walking in Centennial Park with my ex-wife Smiling as she talks on incessantly About the ducks She has a thing for mallards Which didn’t start Until we honeymooned in San Francisco And found that in Chinatown You can get duck everything: Hangers Shoehorns...
Lights Out | Photography

Lights Out | Photography

by | Feb 14, 2018 | Photography, Vol. 1, Issue 14

One of my favorite campy films is Paul Veerhoven’s Showgirls. I was seventeen the first time I saw it, and it was my first exposure to Las Vegas. When I visited Vegas for the first time twenty-two years later, I was delighted to take a tour of the Neon Boneyard, a...