Our awesome city is home to some pretty out-there people and events, like the cracked-out dog-cat-rat man, the World Naked Bike Ride, the Easter bring-your-own-big-wheel race, and now, though it’s probably been around and I’ve just been too busy depressing myself with Bukowski poetry and losing my cell phone in

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.

Shortly after the tragic earthquake in Haiti this January, fund raisers and relief organizations were popping up left and right to lend a hand to the victims. While the hype seems to have tapered off, there is still much to be done to rebuild and aid those affected by the

Have you always thought of yourself as a poet but never told your friends because you thought they’d call you a pussy?  I hope not, because that would be pretty tragic.  But whether you fall into the category or not, I’m here to tell you that you could actually get

You’re going to die. This, my friends and enemies, is a motherfucking fact. So you might as well be there when it happens. Or so say Ned and Andrew, who together manage the FREE and monthly You’re Going to Die poetry and prose reading currently held at Café du Soleil