Judge Not A Viewers Guide to the Kings County Courthouse ScandalBy Jonas Salganik
When a tightly organized group of people takes control of an electoral process it becomes a political machine: eight Brooklyn Supreme Court Justices are being investigated for bribery and nepotism.
New Skool JournalismBy Anne Donlon, Libby Gills, Yasmine Farhang, Claire Jimenez, Dean Mejia, and Meghan McDermott
In collaboration with Youth Speaks, a writing program that offers free after school poetry workshops for NYC teens, the Brooklyn Rail is proud to bring you the words and visions of the citys up and coming writers.
The Brooklyn Tabernacle Moves On UpBy Emily Votruba
He that gathereth in summer is a wise son, but he that sleepeth in harvest is a son that causeth shame. - Proverbs 10:5
New York City, LLCBy Theodore Hamm and Williams Cole
It is by now commonplace to say that the city has a new C.E.O. Hardly a day has passed during Michael Bloombergs fist two months in office without the introduction of some sort of new efficiency or downsizing initiative, cloaked in management-speak, and presented by one or another nicely-suited new city officials.
Economy: That Kenny Boy, He Sure Is Good People!
Poor Ken Lay. The media wont give him a break; Congress is labeling him corrupt; since January he has been unemployed; and, according to his wife, hes broke.
By Cathy Nan Quinlan
Cloaca, the machine that takes in food and turns it into shit, surprised the hell out of me. Id expected to like ita little. I wanted to see it eat, and I did see food washed down its gullet into a food disposal.
My Vagina Says HeyBy Coleman Hough
My vagina says hey My vagina hey like a hey that gives me hope hello? hey it comes quick as that
The Starry Skies AboveBy Naomi Foyle
Aries Youll be making love in March, as Venus frolics through your horny pastures, Ram! Youll be especially charismatic or is that bombastic after the 21st, but take the time to listen to the whispers of those more sensitive souls around, and by the beginning of April youre ready to talk or write your way into the citadel of power.
Slice: A Question of StyleBy Josh Franklin
Oh, yuck, the guy said. What? I replied frantically, as I tried to serve him a drink. Its them, he sneered. Cmon, Im busy, just tell me what, I pleaded.