Obviously I couldn’t think of anything cool to write….I considered starting out with “Jump into the fire with me, let us burn together…” but fuck over dramatic romantic bullshit, that’s what poetry is for…
Speaking of poetry, Dumpster Fire Press is proud to release its first title THE GRIND, a stream of consciousness poetry collaborative poetry collection featuring the work poet and Rouge Wolf Press publisher Kevin “Wolfman” Martin, poet and hip-hop artist Roz Washington, crime writer and poet Robert Ragan and my low life subpar self….
Originally I was going to try to make this site more professional but this is Dumpster Fire Press and I want the books we put out along with the writers we feature to speak for themselves…which we will hopefully start featuring on a weekly a basis starting in 2021 unless Covid does a real doozy shuts down my state and allows me the free time I’m actually needed…oh wait fuck the contagion this isn’t what the post is originally mean to be about…let’s get back to THE GRIND
THE GRIND in concept is a work I’ve never had the pleasure to partake in before all of our poetry composed and bleeding into each relaying our dreams, fantasies, hard luck perspectives and blue collar lives… divided into three parts you get just that along with the fable of Zero Jones and the introduction of The Shrouded Gentlemen two characters destined to rear their heads into the the small press worlds again at point, a protagonist with an antagonist on the same journey that rivals the other in which the book ending with our working bleeding into each other and showcasing each writer separately so can you possibly decipher where one ends and begins realizing that perhaps there isn’t an ending nor beginning to it at all.
That’s the beauty of it and why I’ve grinded away at it for over a year. Featuring great art work by Jame Maj who I cannot thank enough for gracing the pages with his fantastical renderings within our low life mythic working class realm.
I haven’t blogged or anything since 2011 and to be honest I’m pretty rusty even for a guy who has been published nearly two hundred times and edited fourteen books so far this year….
It all started with drunken holiday messenger poetry compositions from friends across several states.
I leave you with a link as well as a portrait of each poet and a statement as to what “the grind” means to each of them.
Hope you stick around….I’d like you to jump into the fire with…so that we can burn together.
-Mike Zone
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The grind is waking up in a bathtub of lukewarm water at Motel 8 late for work, Saturday morning, after dreaming of a goddess, clamshells, kisses, high seas, hot breath on your neck- Wolfman
These are my brothers in words…keep grinding.
Also Dumpster Fire Press will be donating all the proceed from this milestone debut venture to the Drug Policy Alliance. A better and more just society is possible.
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