Disturb the Universe Magazine

This Davis, an almost daily dose, swirls silence, and I remember the taste of peated malt no longer in the menu of my nights. This table lam...

On a beach, lying in a hammock, under a palm tree, a few feet from the water, I remember what my professor said about why even the greatest ...

I’m thinking of my years in prison: the self-contained air stale with smoke. I rarely had an allergy attack, though there were times I felt ...

Beyond bombs ears tune out nightly news— Tune into fists-pounded walls shrieks out the mouth seeping through from flat 22. Between blowouts ...

The sickly sweet stench of menthol cigarette smoke hits me as soon as I walk into the dimly-lit casino. This smell, combined with the bass-t...

My parents grew up in The Depression, so I learned frugality as a prime value. Clothing handed down. Leftovers eaten. Nothing thrown away. J...

Jack seldom went home, and anyone with half a brain cell, after taking one look at his family, could easily understand why, from his extreme...