“People Hating You Can Be Energizing,” Says Westword’s Patricia Calhoun by Amanda E.K. for Suspect Press Issue 17: I sat down with Patricia Calhoun, co-founder of Westword and longtime editor, to talk…
Comedy Will Kill You Too by Christie Buchele for Suspect Press Issue 17: Before I get into this, I want to stress how much I love being a stand up comic. I fantasize about crushing when I go to sleep at night.
Interview: Talking Economics with Meow Wolf by Josiah Hesse for Suspect Press Issue 16. There is an old cliche that “real” artists aren’t interested in making money…
That One Night I Decided to be a Prostitute Because of JT LeRoy by Josiah Hesse for Suspect Press Issue 16. In the church where I grew up, being a prostitute was the ultimate sin.
Interview: R. Alan Brooks – The Burning Metronome for Suspect Press Issue 15. Denver comic artist R. Alan Brooks’ ambitious new graphic novel, The Burning Metronome, is a sci-fi noir…
Cold Crushed: Why We Can’t Lose Denver’s Premier Hip Hop Club by Ru Johnson for Suspect Press Issue 13. Just before Tyrone “TJ” Adair was gunned down just outside the patio at Cold Crush…
At Home With A Ghost: Watching Harry Nilsson’s Voice Die by Sarah Kernochan for Suspect Press Issue 13. 1974 was the year RCA released House of Pain, my first album as a singer-songwriter.
Three Women on Trump: Cynicism by Alice Appleberry for Suspect Press Issue 13. Dear Jennifer, I have been nannying for your family for four years. I have seen your tiny toddlers turn into marching liberal robots.
Three Women on Trump: Hope by Suzi Q. Smith for Suspect Press Issue 13. The Good Old Days: “See, in the good old days this doesn’t happen, because they used to treat them very, very rough…
Three Women on Trump: Grief by Shelby Yaffe for Suspect Press Issue 13. My last text to Maggie before the apocalypse began read, “Are you bringing that joint tonight?”
Lady Lobster by Josiah Hesse for Suspect Press Issue 12. I didn’t care about the painting, but I sure pretended to.
Still blinded after biking through a March blizzard, my eyes strained…