White Christmas, 2012

by Denise Bickford White Christmas, 2012 . The rings around Bing Crosby’s eyes are tired gray wreaths sun-bleached and nailed to our front door I watch White Christmas and fall asleep to another tired ornament – his voice . & – the continuous pulling of rosaries as my grandmother expires in the next snowy state delirious and full of hail …

[Sound Maven] Meet Taarkus

Get to know the band with a heavy sound, and even heavier themes. Taarkus is an ascending doom metal band from the L.A. area consisting of Stephanie Sallee (vocals, flute), Emma Maatman (organ, backup vocals), Zak Esparza (lead guitar), Greg Howell (guitar), Anthony Tetrow (bass), and Ricky Mendoza (drums). The sextet uses the haunting conduit of sludgy, psychedelic metal to …

[Sound Maven] Video Premiere: Grapevine – “Danger (us)” (Exclusive)

Everybody get Danger (us) Grapevine’s  new single “Danger (us)” offers a buoyant perspective of a tricky situation: finding yourself confusingly enamored with an unavailable stranger. The band is cognizant of its influences such as Shannon and the Clams, The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, and Jefferson Airplane while remaining uniquely transcendent. Evocative front woman Karina Lopez (vocals) weaves a relatable narrative of …

[Cool Girls Read] National Poetry Month – Book Recommendations

As National Poetry Month comes to a near end, we thought we’d share with you some recent editor tested, LSP-approved poetry finds. Read on for some recommendations to add to your never-ending to-read book shelf The Sweetness in Soil – Q. Gibson We were so excited to hear that there was new work from LSPMAG favorite Q. Gibson (you can …

Seven

by Sarah Satterlee Seven Like the cinematic undead she turns, fists white and closed; two night blossoms, each narrowed eye an animal mouth. The first time I saw her she was slick and limp a blue stone pulled from an ocean, fluorescent light caught in her mineral skin, dead heavy in their gloved hands until she howled; a wild wolf. …

Salt Water

by Shereen Asha Murugayah Salt Water The others are a head taller but it’s the swim cap that’s making my baby hairs scream. The whistle shrieks and I crash through the water, cheers skimming the surface. My goggles start to fill up, salt water stinging my eyes. I kick to stay afloat, trying to empty them. Somebody won, I’ve forgotten …

Flatting

by Shereen Asha Murugayah Flatting I’m clearing dishes when I see it. A communal mug, white and sturdy, a dried teabag and a yellow pubic hair in it. He is the only blond here. I run the tap then decide to throw it out instead. We kissed once, a month ago, he’s writing up his thesis in the library now. …

Floating

by Shereen Asha Murugayah Floating To slice this smoothest of jellies like the soft sword you are, you first learn to float, the true conscious uncoupling: Your mind screaming that you’re drowning, your body knowing you will rise and Physics in the corner buffing her nails like Dude, seriously? – – – – – Born and bred in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, …