VOICES FROM THE FIRE:Mark James Andrews

Assisi Triptych Francis St. Frankie plucked a strawberry off the curb in a snow patch  on 8 Mile Road and planted her in the shag carpet at New York  Dominic’s big ranch crib on Windmill Point, another white lie  as the big wet snowflakes of the false Spring killed the crocuses.  The strawberry’s black patchContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE:Mark James Andrews”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Gayle Bell

Buddy And The King Of I-35 If you see us camped on a busy street a sign that says nee foo Spare some change A dollar for a smile a can of dogfood for the king of I35 May the Lord serve you well He says to all who pass I was a mutt escapingContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Gayle Bell”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: George Schaefer

THE DRUNKENING The drunkening is underway and I’ll say it wasn’t my fault but I know it was fully an occurrence of my own choosing I’ll heartily swallow the rotgut whiskey and without memory stumble back to the train station avoiding law enforcement on auto pilot I’ll catch the right train; sip an extra largeContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: George Schaefer”

FEMME FATALE DOUBLE FEATURE!

HA! Got your attention with that one you little grind-house slush-puppies! Closing out this week Friday and starting September off right TWO., yes two fantastic authors I have gotten know over time and are actually influencing my own work along with where I’d like to take Dumpster Fire Press after our one year hiatus inContinue reading “FEMME FATALE DOUBLE FEATURE!”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: László Aranyi

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VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Michael Lee Johnson

Frogs “Grow grass, stone frogs,” written on bathroom walls. Hippie beads, oodles colorful acid pills in dresser draws, no clothes, kaleidoscope condoms,  ostentatious sex. No Bibles or Sundays that anyone remembers. Rochdale College, Toronto, Ontario 1972, freedom school, free education. Makes no sense, when you’re high on a song “American Woman” blasting  eardrums and policeContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Michael Lee Johnson”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Robert Wilson

Perpetual Rise The perpetual rise in which I sleep takes me to dreams of singing clocks. I bellow with them, proud of myself for the slumber where I’m above the pain. I no longer feed the pang which whittles my brain; I feast on the numbers that have lead me to thirty-three years of perseveranceContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Robert Wilson”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Reece Beckett

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: James Maj

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VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Steven Dee Kish

Bad Friends I flip open my zippo lighter…flick …flick… The orange flame lights my Kent cigarette; the smell of tobacco fills the air. I grab a church key and open a bottle of beer. I’m drowning my sorrows with booze; it soothes my parched throat. Half buzzed; I take a stroll to MY community center.Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Steven Dee Kish”