Pink Litter

Big, bad, and indifferent to those who would tell us how to do it their way and not ours (and who needs them?), it’s issue 20 coming at you this fall! And it’s Solid Gold, baby!

We’ll have poetry by Catfish McDaris:

Van Gogh and Miles Davis

I see ears in the swirling starry night.
The sky is drunk, the sun puking lemon
juice, the moon has a toothache, the lady
asked the dope fiend to come to talk to

Jesus, he stinks of absinthe and funk.

Sometimes at night I meet
myself when I was young,
I disgust myself now
What color is the wind?
What color is an orgasm?
What color is death?

There is no sea of tranquility

There’s no such thing as a small miracle

Drinking Mexican coffee as black as death
Lady Gaga drives up in a dirty Mercury,
they head to the Valley of Rhinoceroses

Listening to Swordfish Trombone and
Bitches Brew overlooking Mexico City.

and visual and written poetry (both in Hungarian and English) from Laszlo Arani:

Pink Litter: Truly an International Affair.

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