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The spirit of an ancient Egyptian woman deals with the rigors of modern Los Angeles as she works to avoid an ancient relationship.
The spirit of an ancient Egyptian woman deals with the rigors of modern Los Angeles as she works to avoid an ancient relationship.
Anxiety fraught sexual relations are not just the domain of heterosexuals; EVERY one can have bad dates and rejection.
Rhona Scoville heartily recommends Michael Graham’s wintery police procedural novel as a great way to pass the time during the holiday season. Eggnog and true crime, nothing could be finer.
Magpie (Fiction). Review by Sean Slone.
What’s that moving blur out there on the horizon? It’s Linda Tate chasing the arc of a short story collection that’s led her deep into a literary leftfield.
Digital media wizard Jason Nelson returns to his old Flash Fictions stomping grounds with tales of gas-guzzling dingoes, baggies full of holy water, and disappearing boxes.
Greatest Hits (Elektra/Fiction). Review by Daniel Mitchell.
Who says in heaven there is no beer? James Mann reveals why the world will never end at the Star Bar, and how the wrong woman can become the right woman in the right circumstances.
Today’s Smmoth Jazz Roundup is a collection of short reviews of easy-to-listen-to jazz.
In Perfect Harmony: The Lost Album (Jazz Detective). Review by Bob Pomeroy.
The Mighty Warriors: Live in Antwerp (Elemental Music). Review by Bob Pomeroy.
40 years on, Michael Gira and Swans continue to bring a ritualistic experience that needs to be heard in order to be believed. Featured photo by Reese Cann.
The biggest astronomical event of the decade coincides with a long overdue trip to Austin, Texas.
Sofia and Louise have just graduated nursing school. They have no idea what they’ve signed up for.
At the Showcase: Live in Chicago 1976/1977 (Jazz Detective). Review by Bob Pomeroy.
Atlantis Lullaby: The Concert in Avignon (Elemental Music). Review by Bob Pomeroy.
Hamilton, Ontario rap artist Cadence Weapon drops Rollercoaster (MNRK Music) today.
Shall I compare thee to an “Old Bronco”? Sure, if thou art The Bacon Brothers.