Editorial: lets sea heaR: Polytrix

By Annie Jay
Staff Writer

Photo By Kendaru Photography

Well, lets sea hear. I am a creation that is true. There are stars in my blood stream circulating through my solar system so I have no time for Nation, I am my Own. At night tropical, green ivy grows from my spine, pollinated by humming birds yes of course with translucent wings iridescence being their thing. Oh My I must confide that I don’t give a damn about politrix just a waist of my god damn time. Mass distraction innate reaction I have my own universe to tend to, the ebb and flow of oceans of my own. No one owns me. And that is true. Torture me with taxes, unemployment. Foreclosure and all that bullshit. But the sun is free, yeah man you can pay for oxygen or you can just breathe. That’s Right take a deep breath I suggest you do so in a park of trees cuz the air on these streets are full of disease. Inhale exhale now your getting somewhere oxygenating the body and blood, awareness is clear. So whats all this about politics when were filling our bodies with damage. All a game to keep you and I lame but I see and I breathe. All You can do is protect your family and keep it together because broken homes is what most of us are suffering from. Ashe.

Stick your head in Zombienose: Book Reviews on “Collision Course Goad” and “Brooding Dead Hearts”

By Marie Carmeli Hocson
Staff Writer

Wear your shadows on your sleeve, shut the shades and make yourself a nice cup of hot toddy and cuddle up to the stories by Zombienose.  The rhyming picture books are not intended for children but for adults who enjoy the sharp, acidic and mordacious patterns of life.

“Collision Course Goad” and “Brooding Dead Hearts” both contain the black and white illustration that reveals the morbid lives of their characters into the ironic couplet poetic prose that defines the fate of each character.  Like an open wound or a bad accident Zombienose pulls you into a dark intriguing motivation to keep flipping the pages to see the twisted fate that happens when serendipity holds the shadows of despair.

“Collision Course Goad” has a contorted story about a girl named Sada who apparently was cleaning out a witch’s house and became victim to a hex, then turning her into a haunted tree.

“From under her coat she drew an axe; the handle was stained with dirty black cracks.  Sada was scared but anxious to be freed from the curse of the evil black tree.”

“Brooding Dead Hearts” captures the sad life of orphaned twin girls named Blanca and Lisi.

“After crying daily for twenty odd years Lisi had finally run out of tears. So what was the cause of her grief you may ask? It all began with a silver toned flask….”