You can handle this. You have been trained to handle this. This class period will be a true simulation. We will act like this is the real thing. MATH IS BEAUTIFUL by Ethan Krajewski ↓ www.bruisermag.com/Krajewski_Math

I saw commodification of people as the next logical progression in the late-capitalist hellscape portrayed in Infinite Jest, with time itself pawned off to the highest corporate bidder. An interview with MEAT PUPPETS author Hannah Smart by Christian McDonough: www.bruisermag.com/mcdonough_sm...

And what then might lie beyond the socket? Would you see my true insides? RAVENOUS by @mykkirioswrites.bsky.social www.bruisermag.com/Rios_Ravenous

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I hope we provide nothing more than intense curiosity and some context, and that the two come together in an alchemical concoction to make you briefly understand something that is dear to us. SC's JR Goldberg & EricR discuss an unusual match in SEGUNDA CAIDA #1: www.bruisermag.com/segundacaida...

When despair for the world grows in me, I watch the T-rex from Jurassic Park Three letters by Lily Herman www.bruisermag.com/Herman_ThreeLetters

"At times he heard or thought he heard noises, something which could be considered to sound like footsteps or the groaning of unsteady boards underfoot, occurring almost exclusively at night, often when he was on the border between falling asleep and not..." New work today in @bruisermag.com

Before tomorrow's new edition, make time to read these poems by our recent contributor Robert John Miller, published in @bruisermag.com www.bruisermag.com/miller_three...

he could not stop thinking about it, though he understood the improbability of someone living in the attic space of his own home, his and his family’s home, in which they had been living now for several months DWELLERS by @inauthenticity.bsky.social www.bruisermag.com/Adcox_Dwellers

I was a little unnerved by an AI generated poster from the Clermont County Public Health Department that read “Frogman Believes in Harm Reduction” hung behind the department’s Narcan distribution table. Ella Gray Hickman from inside the Loveland Frogman Festival: www.bruisermag.com/hickman_love...

She says I love what they’re doing over here, pointing to a pile of gravel and rebar flanked with orange cones. Yes, I say, lovely. MATRILINE by Rebeca Felix www.bruisermag.com/felix_matriline

Over those two days in 2015, we could not know what was to come next for Beach House. I left them with a hug, a handshake and a smile, my DEPRESSION CHERRY LP pre-ordered. This week @timkabara.bsky.social excerpts his forthcoming book on Baltimore music: www.bruisermag.com/kabara_weird...

it turned my stomach like a baptism, how bright it must have been when it happened, all things 3D in the sabbath sun. plastic shelves in dresses made of dust. BLOCKBUSTER by Rikki Austin www.bruisermag.com/Austin_Blockbuster

Strangled bones of feathered light reach through the iris of a dead dog. Four poems by David Hay www.bruisermag.com/Hay_Poems12

...a lifetime writing about forlorn men in rooms and now he is one of them, but his room is too small and too empty. Paul Schrader hopes ayahuasca will expand the space and fill it with wonder. PAUL SCHRADER IS TAKING AYAHUASCA AND POSTING ON FACEBOOK by @ericboyd.bsky.social

my vision is buzzing buzzing like everyone in this building is going to explode and they’ll riot and shred me apart and its the fear of it the end of it GROOVE by Macy Craig www.bruisermag.com/Craig_Groove

Ian Curtis died on this day 46 years ago. Here’s a link to one of my favorite things I’ve ever written, about Ian Curtis and his giant black sheepdog as well as a bunch of other rock stars and their pets, at @bruisermag.com www.bruisermag.com/bullion_petr...

The tough day was getting worse. With no time left on the clock, I turned to the only thing I knew that could get me through. Powerviolence. This week in Anything for a Weird Life, Tim gets PERMISSION TO EXPERIENCE HIS ANGER: www.bruisermag.com/kabara_weird...

Someone else’s stuff may invade your personal space. You can ask them to move their stuff away from your personal space. They might not. They might get angry at you for asking. CONSIDERATIONS FOR THE PURPOSES AND USES OF OBJECTS by Barbara Paulus www.bruisermag.com/Paulus_Objects

The sun begins to rise and the iced-over slash pine needles collect light like emeralds beaten by a hammer. You protest as I eat frozen magnolia buds in your back yard. www.bruisermag.com/A_Furthermore

“It’s funny reading some Letterboxd reviews where it’s like, oh, this was made for literally nothing. And it’s like, dude, this was made for more than most people make in a year” Devin Morgan talks DIY with CITY WIDE FEVER director Josh Heaps

FRIDAY! Come see the Baltimore premiere of Josh Heaps' no-budget giallo riff CITY WIDE FEVER. Tickets available at shop.bruisermag.com!

BALTIMORE — come out to @redemmas.org to hang with myself, Owen Edwards of @bruisermag.com and Jake Hargrove of Cult. Magazine — JUNE 30!!

waking up for the Grand Prix I feel like one hundred girls RUNNING GIRL by Rina Beaumont www.bruisermag.com/Beaumont_RunningGirl

I feel it is time to address the allegations. Yes, I was an emo. Yes, I was in an emo band in the 1990s. This week Tim gives some advice ON RECKONING WITH YOUR PAST: www.bruisermag.com/kabara_weird...

My stomach ached, my head rushed even as my blood felt sluggish and cold. The souvenir cup was sixty-four ounces, so maybe thirty-two ounces is the perfect amount. TWELVE PACK by Jacob Austin www.bruisermag.com/Austin_TwelvePack

Marcus asks what I want so he can relay it on my behalf and I say, Kraut dog extra kraut. "What kind of cheese?" KRAUT DOG EXTRA KRAUT by Ethan Krajewski www.bruisermag.com/krajewski_kr...

“…with each of the films there is this giving oneself over to the movie gods, praying at their altar and hopefully receiving their gifts. And consistently receiving them.” @alexlei.bsky.social talks with Pete Ohs about his latest film, ERUPCJA, now playing at The Charles Theater

Watch in blank rooms the dead tourniquet-hum Cradle your ear on a daffodil shoulder Two Poems by Matthew Leger www.bruisermag.com/Leger_TwoPoems

A value I hold is that the act of making art and then sharing that art with others is the core. If I did that today, I’m good. This week @timkabara.bsky.social surfs the Baltimore music archive hotdogcity.fm www.bruisermag.com/kabara_weird...

BRUISER PRESENTS: ‘CITY WIDE FEVER’ a film by Josh Heaps Playing Baltimore Friday, May 15th 8pm at the Mercury Theater

A committee of biased judges travels from town to town with a portable guillotine. If the chickens in a coop can peck a fox to death, and they can, no one is safe. Ten new prose poems by Howie Good ↓ www.bruisermag.com/Good_ProsePoems11

Once their cleats sunk into the very edge of the field, they stopped, standing apart. They were in sunlight now. It fell on the cuts in their legs and shined in the trophies. Three stories by Jonathan Tuttle www.bruisermag.com/Tuttle_ThreeStories

“The festival grind started immediately as I scarfed down a prepackaged (and overpriced) sandwich that I’d bought at Safeway on my walk down from work, only for it to leave me feeling more hungry than before.” Lukas Armstrong-Laird reports from the 27th Maryland Film Festival

i am chasing my wildest impulses down the barrel of the gun; i am living while i’m still here Two poems by @gr8earlofhell.bsky.social www.bruisermag.com/raum_poems8

The month of May in the Baltimore scene sphere is going to go as hard as the The Nation of Ulysses did when they performed in Toronto, Canada on Tuesday, October 1st, 1991. @timkabara.bsky.social previews some May gigs: www.bruisermag.com/kabara_weird...

he vast scales of happenstance from outside the system itself—tending to scatter particles in the most lukewarm compositions OF OTHER THINGS by @incastellated.bsky.social www.bruisermag.com/Trefry_Things

He explained that anyone could choose their own name. You could just get rid of a name you didn't like. That was true for anyone anywhere at any point in history. MR IGUANA (A REVERIE) by Simon Firth www.bruisermag.com/Firth_Iguana

“The Relegation Reader feels nice in your hand. It’s shaped like a glossy mass-market paperback that’s supposed to fit in your pocket” Will Mountain Cox set out to make an anthology of new writing to make himself and others more ambitious readers, our writer Owen Edwards, dives in

He’s grinding his heel down like a fist rubs into the hollows of an eye socket. I haven’t said anything worth its weight in silence in weeks. NO, I KNOW by Kelly Erin Gray www.bruisermag.com/Gray_No

Essentially, when it comes to this patch of land I till weekly, I am free. When I stand there and shout, I want to praise, not punish. @timkabara.bsky.social returns IN PRAISE OF PRAISE in this week’s ANYTHING FOR A WEIRD LIFE www.bruisermag.com/kabara_weirdlife430

I had to step back and admire the tree anew, with its spreadeagle stance and its magical womb. A TALE OF TWO HOLES by Dodge Zelko www.bruisermag.com/Zelko_Holes

They wanted suffering they could frame. Clem called it merchandising. I called it access. People wanted to touch other people’s pain. Either way, the archive kept expanding. DEREK'S CAR by Wyatt Robinette www.bruisermag.com/Robinette_Car

“…looking out at all these wild animals that I’ve never been around before in my life you know what I see? Promise. Endless horizon. Because of their love and our love and everybody’s love.” Bobby Vanecko reports from Bramble Theater’s workshop production, THE PETS

A birch and glass box I cannot escape in one corner of the room is fogged up with breath with sweat with fear with want and near the window where the heavy sun is burning a hole four men are playing cool jazz. JAZZ CAGE by Ursula Carroll www.bruisermag.com/Carroll_Jazz

Like all things, bands end. A light was cast into the darkness. Did you see it? In this week’s ANYTHING FOR A WEIRD LIFE, @timkabara.bsky.social reflects on the final chapter of Baltimore’s Mondrary. MONDRARY: THE END www.bruisermag.com/kabara_weirdlife429

Jeremiah stops. His eyes are wide and he is terrified. He looks down with outstretched arms at his legs. “Dude,” he says, voice shaking. “Where are my fucking pants?” CANADA VACANT by @jamdraper.bsky.social www.bruisermag.com/Draper_Canada

He screamed and hit himself in the forehead with a drumstick until he started bleeding. He drove us back from the city with bloodstains on his shirt. POWER // VIOLENCE by @dylanpyles.bsky.social www.bruisermag.com/Pyles_Powerviolence

“In fact, Satanic panic seems almost quaint when compared to our modern-day horrors…” Tim Paggi reports on Connor M. Kizer’s latest piece of DIY theater at the Mercury, an adaptation of The Blood on Satan’s Claw