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Friday, 13 February 2015

                                                                  In my enthusiasms pages                                                                   turn thick              ...

Friday, 6 February 2015

           Today he was pacing back and forth, dragging his fingers in the dirt and glancing at the people.            Last year, he'd sat there like a stuffed trophy.            Jim, John and I yelled and threw peanuts, a handful of which sold for a nickel from a glass dispenser by the guardrails. When some of the nuts hit him, he picked them up one by one with a hand way too big for the job, but then he delicately picked off the shell with his fingertips, popped...

Friday, 30 January 2015

one day the ground crumbles the streets of stability split and separate you and me and we stand at different poles not tethered by power lines or sewage pipes and i feel alone despite the enormous sea the enormous city engulfing me and i wonder what the weather’s like on your side and i wonder what i’m missing out on because i crossed over and crossed back to what i once left behind where are you? where are we? across, over,...

Friday, 23 January 2015

A tolerant democracy  allows self-full, bloated poets  to hide in a university  sneering at the workings of the world, secure in the protective cloak of tenure. Once poets' voices raised the call  for freedom, other great causes. Now most wallow in comforts  mumbling impotent objections  to current events  beyond their comprehension. - Gary Beck Tennis-playing, ditch-digging, salvage-diving writer with a penchant for poetry. Explore his impressive repetoire of poems, short stories, novels, plays,...

Tuesday, 30 September 2014

by Alan Swyer “When are we going to have lunch?” Nadia asks for the third time in the last ten minutes. “We'll be leaving for dinner right away,” my father replies as he's done twice before, his patience clearly wearing thin. We're seated in the living room of their apartment in Boynton Beach, Florida, a nicely decorated place that only mildly suggests that it's part of an assisted living facility. “Why won't you let me have lunch?” Nadia pleads a moment later, her face showing signs of confusion rather than hunger. I like...

Saturday, 6 September 2014

Artwork by Michael O (featured on www.hashthemag.tumblr.com) Clay-eyed and metal-skinned executioners breaking the body of the earth, machinery rattling through the night, workers aged by the wars of profit. One man stands alone, dreaming of an ending. It’s happening,  all around. -Janelle Rainer Janelle Rainer is a 24-year-old poet and community college teacher living in Colville, Washington. Her...

Tuesday, 26 August 2014

Welcome to the featured poet series at SLASH! In this series, we interview spoken word artists of any age, any background, from anywhere in the world. We feature established poets alongside students and writers who are just beginning to hone their spoken word skills. Read on to learn about a brilliant writer and member of the HASH staff, Ariel Chu! photograph by Sam Jeong Name: Ariel Chu Age: 18 Location: Eastvale, California 1. How did...