We are proud to present
Twenty-Three: The Summer Poetry Issue
of No Contact
It Was All About the Same Damn Thing
by Jo Varnish
It was about the train—or more truly, the tracks—running across the high street and off towards the city, begging to be followed.
The Shootist, the “Sicko,” and John: A Dylan Reflection
by Mason James
What does it mean to write a song for somebody?