VIOLATED PARADISE: THE FORENSIC PLEASURES OF A PLASTIC MADONNA, BY PETER MARRA

The Forensic Pleasures of a Plastic Madonna Prologue: she hears the Broken Girls of Magick Street singing in the abandoned theater watching the earliest surviving pornographic film “I don’t know what I’m going to do Lord I don’t know. I can’t see…. I….” knives flashed behind her retinas as she applied eyeliner and mascara preparing …

PARIS POETS: PARIS IN THE AFTERLIFE, BY ANTONIA ALEXANDRA KLIMENKO

Paris in the Afterlife  In my dream I am always in Paris just as the undergarments of her city  slip slowly from view    Here   the smoke is violet and thick with steam  rising from lovers partings on railroad platforms and under moonlit bridges   To the left and right  her voluptuous pillows--soft and yielding… …