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The lonely boy on christmas
There once was a town it seemed that was always cold. Even when it was warm it still was always cold. The people were mean. The people weren’t green. The people weren’t clean. They all forgot their...
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Letter from the Editor
Dear readers, I feel like I have been gone for a while now, though I am still writing every day. I am glad you come and check this out, I listen to every word you have to say, the truth is at the end...
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Power Station by Dennis Daly
Governs our world by its generation Of crackling fire, a variation On the solvent, power possessing stone That transmutes a base fuel to the unknown Realm of driven turbines, coiled dragons And their...
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Re: Introduction by Jason Wright
Hello, In case you haven’t seen me lately, I would like to reintroduce myself. My name is Jason Wright and I am the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. I just want to RE: introduce myself. I...
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The Third Annual Oddball Christmas Story- The Lonely Boy on Christmas by...
There once was a town it seemed that was always cold. Even when it was warm it still was always cold. The people were mean. The people weren’t green. The people weren’t clean. They all forgot their...
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Across The Street by S. Major-Tingey
“The Blue Sphere” courtesy of Shabunawaz Photography © 2010 Shahnawaz Achhiwala Across the Street Surveyors measure and hammer pointed stakes into the land, orange day-glow streamers wave in breezes...
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Smile empty Soldier
Smile empty Soldier by Jason Wright I know. I know. You’ve told me this before. To never put flowers in bullet shells. To know the truth and the bullshit. “Logan” Courtesy of Shabunawaz Photography...
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O’ Laughter by Andrew Borne
O rain who falls upon the waves O waves who bend across the sky O sky who hears all notes that laugh Laughing for the rain, waves, and sky O air who falls upon the grass O grass who carries bumbling...
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Doug Holder’s Furnished Room-Newbury St-Boston: 1978
By: Doug Holder _______________________________________ The raw, coiled red glare of the hot plate– the urine stain of a sink and the waft of Red Sauce from Davio’s below– The head a short, anxious...
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The Love Letter Tango by Lewis Reginald Morris
In front of an audience of my Water rippled reflection… Basking in the thunderous applause Of your pulse, I listened to your breath Enunciate your secrets with every exhale That leaves your lips, and...
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Alex Duridas’s “The Summer It Rained All Day Long”
The Summer it rained all day long like a fraudulent card left at the bottom of a purse. Pursuant to a dream. A large catalog of ideas. A slap. Lipped over a wishful case of stimulus. Bargain...
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Oddball asks the Readers.
Alright So our 100th post is approaching. We are extremely excited about the future of Oddball Magazine. Some may notice that there hasn’t been updates recently. I have noticed too. We at Oddball...
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Oddball Publishing Presents a Special Look at Shabunawaz Photography
Filed under: Photography, Shahnawaz Achhiwala
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