Hiroshima Yeah! # 144 – February 2017 (zine)

Man I love this four pager, black & white, photocopied, cut & paste monthly zine. I like to read this while having a pint of Hoegaarden, a glass of white wine. Unfortunately I`m writing this on my lunchtime so coffee it is. On the first page there`s poetry from `the ragged end of nowhere`. My favorite pieces of the moment are

Most mornings

Most mornings,

Before work,

I would sit

Hunched over

A coffee,

Waiting for you

To pass.

Then I would
Watch you

Disappear

Down the street.

Now it`s me

Who has

Disappeared.

And I wonder

If you`ve even

Noticed.

And

Monday morning commute

They surge forward,

A monstrous zombie horde,

Single-minded

In their pursuit of caffeine

And getting to work on time.

If you pause,

Even for a moment,

You will be swept away

Or trampled underfoot.

This isn`t just

The Monday morning commute,

This is the very essence

Of modern life itself.

But, on their own,

They lose some of their powers.

On their own,

They are easier to kill.

Simply beautiful. Gary Simmons provides us with `14.82 billion years of hell `his insane, psychotronic, punk as fuck monthly musings. There`s some music, books and concert reviews (Mexrrissey – ABC, Glasgow, 25<sup>th</sup> January 2017). We end it all with another weird, odd short story `zips, eyeliner, warehouse `written by, you`ve got it all right Mark Ritchie himself. You want some, come get some: donbirnam@hotmail.com