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05.25.25: BRUISER PRESENTS A READING AT NORMALS
観光客: TOURIST by Mark Wadley [BRUISER Zine 007]
BRUISER Zines Series 1
GLENN GOULD'S FAVORITE COLOR WAS 'BATTLESHIP GREY' by Alina Stefanescu
May 22, 2025
Poetry
Evidently, this is the ideal hue in which to dissipate on the first day of spring, when layers of hot yellow pollen cover the porch swing.
THE BLACK HOLE by Steve Gergley
May 21, 2025
Fiction
There is a coffee shop in town where everything is coated in black paint. The walls, the floor, the chairs, the mugs. The only thing that stands out
APOCALYPSE? NAH. [Anything for a Weird Life]
May 20, 2025
Columns
Seeking solace in a time of uncertainty, Tim traces the Weird Life back to its source.
3½ MEMORIES by David Hay
May 19, 2025
Poetry
Teeth that chatter around the edge of toes, fall, forming potatoes not blessed with dirt, sprouting human eyes whose pupils form mouths that screech
Two Stories by Dizzy Turek
May 16, 2025
Fiction
I MADE THE POSTER FOR MY PLAY WHICH I WROTE, DIRECTED, AND ACTED IN + YOU SHOULD COME SEE MY PLAY WHICH IS RUNNING THE NEXT THREE WEEKENDS IN MAY
Three Prose Poems by S. Cristine
May 15, 2025
Poetry
AND HOPE TO DIE, 11TH COMMANDMENT & THE RUSSIAN RIVER IS ON FIRE
JANUARY 9TH, CONNECTICUT by Jono Crefeld
May 14, 2025
Poetry
We think the lag in the zoom calls we play on from our three strangely lit separate rooms makes our music sound scarier. Better. It makes us feel
TURNSTILE, WYMAN PARK DELL, 05.10.2025 [Anything for a Weird Life]
May 13, 2025
Columns
Tim wades into the completely packed Wyman Park Dell for Baltimore standard bearers Turnstile's surprise concert benefiting Healthcare for the Homeless.
WHEN HE CROAKS by Z.H. Gill
May 12, 2025
Fiction
When he passes (croaks, expires, kicks bucket), Papa is to leave me a substantial sum of money (the amount, I know not); only then shall I become an
OTHER PEOPLE'S LIVES [THEATRE DISPATCH]
May 9, 2025
Theatre
Lukas Armstrong-Laird reports from Adult Film's night of one-acts in Brooklyn's unexpected underground space Unit J
ON THE NATURE OF VISION by David Luntz
May 9, 2025
Fiction
Before I lost my right eye in a ditch by the rail tracks, I heard some pigs lament their squandered destiny. I laughed. “How the fuck do you
OUR SOLEMNITY OVER EVERYTHING: UFOs #11-19 by Kyle Kouri
May 8, 2025
Poetry
The body lacks essential nutrients and thus must find other sustenance. The result is the street opens up as a stunning vista of duplicity. There
THE OTHER CHILDREN'S TOYS by Andrew Boylan
May 7, 2025
Fiction
A strange, smiling kid on the floor with a mouth full of crooked teeth doesn’t say anything. By the look on his face, he definitely wanted you to
DAVID THOMAS (1953-2025) [Anything for a Weird Life]
May 6, 2025
Columns
In the middle 1990s, when I found out that Pere Ubu named their 1978 album Dub Housing after architecture in Baltimore, I was inspired to name my
YOU CAN UNDERSTAND YOUR STRINGS BUT NEVER SEVER THEM by Alex Rost
May 5, 2025
Fiction
They called his death a passive suicide, which I guess just meant he regularly shot enough heroin to kill him or whatever. “There are rumors that I
05.25.25: BRUISER PRESENTS A READING AT NORMALS
May 4, 2025
On Sunday, May 25th, join us for a FREE reading at Normals Books & Records featuring Lily Herman, Lish Ciambrone & Rhea Ramakrishnan. Doors open at
REVIEW: MY HERESIES by Alina Stefanescu
May 2, 2025
Poetry & Criticism
Alina Stefanescu is a genre-blind writer who it only makes sense to call prolific. I’ll spare you the bibliography but it’s available on her
STARVE by Kevin Richard White
May 2, 2025
Fiction
I’ve taken my teeth — these fully yellowed cavitied teeth — clean through this meat while you complain about your responsibilities. I’m listening to
HEADBANGER'S BALL by Damon Hubbs
May 1, 2025
Poetry
Back when Lotus played lead guitar in Vicious Angel and Shane sang about surfing on heroin to a packed house of High School kids at the Copper Fox,
GHOSTS OVER OPEN WATER by Eric Subpar
Apr 30, 2025
Fiction
Maricopa City Deputy James Archuleta desirous of experience and a scientist of the human soul stood at a payphone on the corner of Philomena and
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