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TARMERICA: The Dive Bar is American Poetry
4.02.20 A Dark Day in TARMERICA
I had never been so excited to see April roll around then I was this year. I know that might sound stupid considering what was already going on in the world. Covid-19 was slam dancing its way through the world, leaving nothing but sickness, death and economic destruction in its wake. I also knew the... Continue Reading →
TARMERICA: A Soft Opening for the Apocalypse
Are we chilling at a cocktail party, wearing designer masks and standing six feet apart, celebrating the soft opening of the apocalypse? This glorious shindig takes place in a clinical and creepy art gallery. Vast renditions of this bitch bug hang on its sterile walls, scarier and more surreal than any fevered dream Dali or... Continue Reading →
TARMERICA: Land of the No Tell Motel, Home of the Depraved
I can sometimes play the trope of the obnoxious American. I like to write, drink, read and say all sorts of problematic things that slither into my sinister mind. I've done some shady shit over the years. Stuff that I wouldn't be thrilled for any future girlfriend or employer to find out about. I've found... Continue Reading →
ANGER AT THE END OF THE WORLD 