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Voodoo Country, an excerpt from Rum Socialism by Kris Romaniuk
This week we bring you an excerpt from Kris Romaniuk‘s rebellious new ebook, Rum Socialism. You can score a copy on Amazon or Smashwords
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3 poems by Mather Schneider
Idiots Who Could Spit A lot of people live out in the sticks in the middle of the desert with tons of elbow room and fresh air and the stars raining down every night. Many of these country people think there is something wrong with me for living in the city, that I am naive and could never hack it living
Vote for Black Heart in the P&E Readers’ Poll
Guess what? We’ve been nominated in several categories for this year’s Preditors & Editors Readers’ Poll! The poll is an annual tradition, and boasts a variety of categories on everything from books to short fiction and poetry to digital
2009 (a poem in 4 haiku) by Ariel Starling
"Icy" (photo by Flickr user Benson Kua) I. driving drunk, old blood scent of roses and burnt flesh screwdrivers, pull’d hair. II. bald liberation, blister-heat ambiguity black-wire moon, box’d wine. III. newcity stifled, listless
All Praise Be to Allah by Uriah Hutto
Each sun-kissed daffodil bounces back and forth in the refreshing spring breeze. Every flower an individual, but at the same time keeping the melodic ebb and flow of the others. Depending how you look, what you want your vision to be, you see one or you see all. You see just a bunch of flowers, or just
New Year’s resolutions, superstitions and goals
It’s the last installment of Lobster Telephone for the year, and we at Black Heart want to wish you all a Happy New Year and plenty of good fortune in 2012. Assuming, of course, that the world doesn’t end. (With either a bang or a
City of Stars by Karen Olden
"Top of the Rock" (photo by Flickr user Randy Lemoine) Old newspapers, Twisting and ducking On a gray, empty street Where lampposts send fingers of murky light Through and among the gathering shadows Searching
Santa Does 4 to 10 Years by Kyle Jaeger
The mall was bustling with the usual holiday fiends dodging in and out of department stores with heavy paper bags. They bumped into each other carelessly, agitated and distracted. The cacophony of Christmas carols, ceaseless chattering, and crying children numbed sales associates of all holiday cheer
The Wilding by Benjamin Percy
Reviewed by Joshua Willey When you begin reading Benjamin Percy’s debut novel, The Wilding, you might imagine you are in for a riff on the classic theme of nature
Istanbul Love by Peter Grieco
The Tunel trolley that burrows below Pera takes about seventy seconds once its enameled doors shut—long enough to focus on a single fleeting thought, borne on mute waves, like memory of a distant face in the wrangling crowd. Out on the Galata Bridge, I drink in the Bosporus air & breathe again its
