Twisted Treatises

  “And I hope by the end of this book, your heart beats on this sleeve with ours.” Lindsey Goddard, Editor, Curator, Weird Wide Web and, of course, Sleeve of Hearts This warming sentiment is the last line of Ms. Goddard’s introduction to the chapbook Sleeve of Hearts . I know her well enough to know she means it. Even if I didn’t, I could have seen it through all of the videos she made in promotion of the book—no one puts time like that into anything but labors of love. The care she used curating the book was akin to Parvati’s incubation of Shiva’s children. It was very delicate—after reading it, I can see why. Every poem in this book is a soul hook, each line written not only by someone who can paint with words but by someone who fucking means what they say. And you can tell when you read it. The pain is in the subtext—pain, dismay, love and despair, faith and desperation…but the content is also brimming with a strange hope, the hope that the authors will be heard. Have you...

Hi guys. This is the first installment of the Cocaine Bros, created by John Bruni and Myself. Originally, we were publishing on Tumblr, but that platform is a clickless nowhereland, and none of you are there. I'm assuming this is because it used to be a place for porno creeps. Honestly, they still have their playground there, but that's not why I use it. There are also a lot of art and poetry blogs there, and I'm going to see what those are all about soon. If it has any other bad rap, I have no idea what it is--I never did internet dirt. That always seemed like a joke to me, what with all the very real women and drugs I had around back then. I should really stop telling you guys about my old life. But what fun would that be? And could another type really do the Cocaine Bros? I think not.  What's this going to be? A critique on everything all species of Swine do. Tucker, you see, is a Maga, or at least he thinks he is. Magas like drugs, and they look to be taking power. ...