James Conant passed away over a decade ago. Three months later, I lost my grandmother and sister, which placed me in a stupor for the rest of 2015. Years later, I still owe him a proper eulogy. There are pieces of his artwork I'm hoping to scan later this month. Here's a piece that was never used for Jason Wright's Jagged Thoughts poem column in Oddball Magazine.
Saw this while out and about yesterday. That's the thing about religion. You can't really control who people are going to canonize as saints. Even if it's a joke, it means something.
One last song from The Atomic Wranglers with a title that at least sounds optimistic. Check out their music.
Held at the First Baptist Church on 633 Centre Street in Jamaica Plain. Doors open at 7:00. Click here for more info.
Looks like Bruce Wise and Wise Words is closing us out. Thank you for reading Oddball Magazine this week.
James Van Looy's poem column is back.
I hope he's back at Stone Soup Poetry soon.
For now, enjoy his work at Oddball Magazine.
September is over. Thanks to everyone who came out to our last all-open mic of the month. Please join us in October on the 7th for special feature Mignon Ariel King.
The year 2026 made me their prison b-tch.
In October, we'll be getting matching jail tattoos.
No one knows how to highlight?
Oh, well.
See you tonight at Stone Soup Poetry.
Goodbye, September.
October awaits!
I liked juxtaposing the humanizing of a confederate general then bringing us back to reality via those being dehumanized today with poetry by Emily Jo Scalzo and artist Eric N. Peterson.
Thank you for reading Oddball Magazine this final September Wednesday. We'll see you in October.
An interesting pattern of work this Wednesday starts here as poet Russell Thorburn and photographer Jennifer Matthews kick things off at Oddball Magazine.
Angelo D’Amato makes an appearance in this week's Lyrical Somerville with a very Boston piece. Read his poem now in The Somerville Times.
The "No Ice" graffiti that's been around for a while had it's first big hit in a while with a sticker placed right in the middle of it. Putting the number for the Veterans Crisis Hotline on a graffiti decrying a unregulated paramilitary group is certainly a...look?
It was a rough summer for graffiti, but the "No Nazis in JP" writing on this pole is more or less intact. I say "more or less" because it looks like someone took out the "s" in "Nazis." Because it's hard to photography art on a pole, I often miss the "s" and can't tell when this happened.
Reading through James Robinson's Starman this week. Interesting how he was trying to "jokerize the obscure golden age her Ragdoll and make him a Charles Mansonesque cult figure. Very "Batman Beyond" in execution with propper hits dropped very early in the series. Below is a page from Starman #11 by Robinson with pencils by Tony Harris and inks by Wade Von Grawbadger.
Thinking of lost friends this year. Deta Galloway is not even six months gone. A fact I can barely believe. This morning I'm highlighting one of the last poems we published in Oddball Magazine during her lifetime. Read "Inside" and take care of each other today.
It's been a long September. I hate to have only one feature for the month, but if you'll humor me one more all-open mic on the thirtieth, I promise a feature-filled October.
Join us on Wednesday, September 30, from 7:00 to 9:00 PM ET by clicking this link.
The meeting ID is 824 0101 7078
Password: stonesoup
SPREAD is an honest to God monthly print poetry journal put out by Chris Dusterhoff, who published a poem of mine in the new October issue. Glad to published alongside work by Chris, Willie Smith, John A. Hendricks and others. Consider getting a one-year subscription for #20 by PayPaling spankstra@hotmail.com
What happens when the always triumphant tyrant has...tribulations? Richard Spisak's poetry and artwork cover such a unthinkable scenario today in Oddball Magazine.
Poet Floyd Largent and photographer Glenn Bowie give their Tuesday best this morning at Oddball Magazine.
It's amazing what people will name their online networks. I'm always
trying to hijack Wi-Fi when I'm commuting, so I often come across a
number of interesting names. Every Tuesday, I post the most impressive
and/or cringe-inducing names.
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| All my years in Jamaica Plain, and this is a first. |
I'm a sailor peg!
And I've lost my leg!
And I've lost my leg!
And I don't know where my leg is!
(repeating until I'm shipped...)
We present poet Lynn White and photographer Jack Marty in the 3:00 spot for Oddball Magazine.
Anne Skove's newest comic makes me want to take drugs I can't afford.
Read "She Who Laughs Lasts" now at Oddball Magazine.
Mike Mesterton-Gibbons tries to find art in another urinal to kick off our wet Monday at Oddball Magazine. Stay safe and stay dry.
My poems "There's Options" and "In Plain Sight" appear in The Chaos Section Poetry Project's latest anthology, Uprooted. Thanks to Editor Nick Allison and Rachel Armes-McLaughlin for including me in another one of their publications reflecting the current times.
I'm curious about this new graffiti artist I cal Kas. Using the "a" in y our name to make an anarchy symbol isn't original, but I haven't seen anyone use the symbol in a while.
Yeah, it's cliché to just say "Never Give Up!" but you'd be surprised to know how many people are counting on you to just quit your own life.
The Atomic Wranglers is a band whose members include the artist behind the comic series East Coast It Notes. Here's one of their more popular videos on YouTube to start the week off. More of them later.
