January 18, 2011
I don’t know what (Insert abstract noun) Looks like to you. I can’t fathom the emotions (Insert color) Boils in your guts When visible, when viewed. Half the time I don’t know What (abstract noun) Is to me. It changes as I Grow in experience – Not wiser, but more knowledgeable About the spinning cogs [...]
January 13, 2011
We’ve got a great kick-ass awesome reading coming up! Hope to see you there! As always, we’ll be at the Baltimore Hostel (17 West Mulberry St, across from the library) at 7:00PM! A. Jarrell Hayes is a poet and novelist born in Baltimore, Maryland. He is the author of over ten books and ebooks of [...]
January 11, 2011
splayed open dolphin stomach splayed open dolphin stomach mounted on the Okinawa aquarium wall like an art exhibit, exploding with things that are not food. by God we are programmed for color, attracted to consume what is beautiful. these are our natural instincts. whore I. snow doesn’t knock on my door. she saunters in with [...]
January 5, 2011
Late Night Transfer She’d heard terrible stories about the New Orleans depot, but San Anton was by far the worst. The place was overflowing with desperate men, restless uniforms, and the tension between them. She jumped the line in front of a mother and her kids, desperate herself for the last bus West. Desert Greyhound [...]
December 7, 2010
he’s tired of being tracked by the ministry of facts cased traced & placed in a Microsoft database tired of being watched by ubiquitous inconspicuous cameras mounted on every corner counting every head who fails to stop on red go on green tired of paying the going rate for a four-bedroom dream & fifty-six pick-a-tone [...]
November 30, 2010
My neighbor, Harold, was an elderly, bulbous man with a cauliflower nose and thin, greasy hair. Every afternoon, he went for a walk around the block, and every time he waddled past my house he spat in my yard. I didn’t know if it was intended as an act of disrespect or aggression, but I [...]
November 23, 2010
He was collecting sensations, (he didn’t quite know that) dressed up, lit up, sexual, his bright and calculating mind Strong tea in a tall-windowed room bursting with wood, velvet and books Brandy in the loud musical lounge of an old school trendy hotel Food and wine surounded by white napkins and pure sounds pinching the [...]
November 16, 2010
Sunday Stroll They found themselves in a pas de trois with a mister who was punishing the sidewalk with his white cane, thwack, thwack, thwack. They parted awkwardly, Kenneth backing into an ATM corner to offer a berth. “Whattdya! Can’t you see I’M BLIND!” the man roared as he thwacked Kenneth’s ankles. Closing Time At [...]
November 12, 2010
We’ve got a great reading this month! Folks in and associated with Baltimore’s Narrow House Publishing Collective will be reading! As always, the reading will be held at the Baltimore Hostel, 17 W. Mulberry Street. Booze for a small charge, smiles for free! Justin Sirois is a writer living in Baltimore, Maryland. His books include [...]
November 9, 2010
Dirty Dancin’ Dear School Parent, By now you must know that our school board has canceled the Senior Prom. I am writing to tell you that your Parent Teacher Association supports the board’s action. For too long we have tolerated the gross and perverted gyrations that our students pass off as dancing. For too long [...]
November 2, 2010
All the world is birthday cake/so take a piece, but not too much. -George Harrison Here’s what usually happens. I stroll into L’Amour’s Erotic Cakes around 9am, and the second Walt hears the door open he snaps his head up from the cash register and tells me that I’m late. And most of the time, [...]
October 17, 2010
Gotten some great, FUN submissions already. Starting things off with Baltimore writer Dave K. on November 2nd, then a piece by David Blaine (the writer, not the magician) on the 9th. Anyway, like I was saying. What we’re looking for here at Literary Adventures: Fun/funny short stories and poetry, gonzo essays, literary criticism with a [...]
October 13, 2010
Yup. After nearly four years, we’re bringing her back! In its last incarnation, the Underground Literary Adventures webzine was the official showcase for the fiction and poetry of the Underground Literary Alliance. I closed the thing when I left the group in 2007. I always wanted to bring it back. So now I am. What [...]
February 22, 2007
Goddamn, it was a fun ride……. Due to internal disagreements between the editor of this blog (Pat King) and the leaders of the Underground Literary Alliance, this blog will be closing. The editor cannot continue to support the ULA. As you can see, the name of the organization is in the blog url. For readers [...]
February 19, 2007
Poetry By Frank Walsh THE GAS MAN I’m the gas manwhen the poor catch me in the hood midstwinter dial at fullforce and the babyfood gone cold init’s baby bowl theyhave a cow or else they forgetabout the security fencecome to their sensesand kiss my ass. I’m the gas man I control the vertical, Icontrol [...]