BRUISER ZINE 005: Foul Black Rookeries by David Simmons

BRUISER ZINE 004: Saturn Returns by Ashley E Walters

BRUISER ZINE 003: Founders' Day by Arzhang Zafar

BRUISER ZINE 002: Cutting Promos by Josh Shepard

New Zines for 2024

Three poems by Stacy Black "A Tide Pool of Piss," "Being a Poet" & "I'll Kill My Idols but What If My Idols are Sonic Youth?" May 24, 2024 Poetry
Three poems by Stacy Black May 24, 2024 Poetry "A Tide Pool of Piss," "Being a Poet" & "I'll Kill My Idols but What If My Idols are Sonic Youth?" "Bob's on Fire" by Alex Tronson May 23, 2024 Fiction I went out to Bob’s house in the suburbs to see the damage. His house was impressive. A big lawn. A two-car garage. But the front picture window was Two poems by Alexandra Naughton May 22, 2024 Poetry "What's Different Between You and Me is You're Going to Hell When You Die" and "Making Masks of Girls Who Took Their Faces Off" Reflections on Series Two: How Does He Do It? [Anything for a Weird Life] May 21, 2024 Columns Tim's thoughts on wrapping up another marathon run for his weekly column "A Sadness that Sings" by David Hay May 20, 2024 Fiction The spectral light that haunts train station walls, sings with such a bony sadness that a heart too accustomed to grief can barely withstand its "The City" by Ryan Bender-Murphy May 17, 2024 Fiction The highway was full that day — you could see a line of cars stretching for miles in both of its lanes — but because everyone was driving at the Three poems by Abigail Sims May 16, 2024 Poetry On the mat, the body moves, the body sings — like stars. We roll, we write poems, poems poems again, with arms and legs, twisted in sweat. Ribcage "The Depth of the Abrasion" by David C. Porter May 15, 2024 Fiction Soft clunk of the emergency brake engaged and the car jerks to a halt, it’s on the damp grass by the edge of the lake, deep green and not recently Steve Albini 1962-2024 [Anything for a Weird Life] May 14, 2024 Columns “Rules be: No past, only present. No cheating; if it doesn’t happen that day, I won’t write about it. No explanations; if it doesn’t make sense to Some Things are the Same Everywhere [BRUISER Field Report] May 13, 2024 Music the bruiser-in-chief attends a punk gig in Osaka, Japan. BRUISER ZINE 005: Foul Black Rookeries by David Simmons May 10, 2024 a collection of stories steeped in Baltimore grime "Bilbao" (for Richard Serra) by Damon Hubbs May 9, 2024 Poetry for Richard Serra Structures on the streets demand revisionary ratios. The crisis and breathing of space in motion zeroes and corridors your Beyond Periphery by Ada Pelonia May 8, 2024 Fiction Blood pools in the sink, and Brie flumps onto the tiled floor. Her whimpers echo around the large bathroom, bereft of joy and dancing footsteps that Mayday [Anything for a Weird Life] May 7, 2024 Columns It is clear: we are so back. In Baltimore City, every weekend and weekday there are multiple cultural events to choose to attend this month. This "Drones Drones Drones" by Aaron Roman May 2, 2024 Poetry Drones drones drones mimic pure tiger code as the soldiers dig their heels in time, ready for forever violence as spider-y explosions line their Review: White Paint Falling Through a Filtered Shaft by Adam Johnson May 2, 2024 Poetry & Criticism Colin Gee reviews the 2022 collection from poet Adam Johnson "Buckskin Jacket." by Noam Hessler May 1, 2024 Poetry I was so young, outside the VFW. There was a drift of snow, outside the VFW, and when I was fifteen I’d lie in that drift spread-eagle, my feathers A User's Guide to Universal Order of Armageddon (Numero 221) [Anything for a Weird Life] Apr 30, 2024 Columns Tim's notes on Numero Group's double vinyl release of the indispensible Baltimore hardcore band's underappreciated catalog. "Sepulcherality" by Cora Kircher Apr 26, 2024 Poetry I have a good example: it was on Saturday my mother and I picking out grave plots next to each other in the natural burial section of the Rosendale “Barricade” by Will Marsh Apr 25, 2024 Fiction This morning, God shows up at my parents’ house, and before I can even open the front door, he’s rattling off instructions: “We cut strips from an
Next page