Disturb the Universe Magazine

Where the Queens sing show tunes and the boys all want to be girls as the girls just want to be left alone with their umm, best friends and ...

Dear Readers, Disturb The Universe Magazine is on its way back from an unexpected hiatus starting at the end of this past January. The detai...

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...