It’s been a hell of the last two years here at Dumpste Fire Press… We’ve published over 65 books, including 12 volumes of VOICES FROM THE FIRE of which you have the final volume from the first phase of DFP UNBOUND… So what’s next for DFP? That’s a good question…while I’ve been the solo editorContinue reading “The final volume? Nah…”
INNER DEMON CONTRACT I know. You are in there. In the Q-zone. Your life wasn’t a gift. Something went wrong and you failed. You didn’t have to be successful. But right now you have a second chance. Don’t be afraid my friend. I am your inner demon. We will make you a ruthless bastard asContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Efe Tusder”
Bored With Nihilism I’m bored with nihilism. I push colossal boulders and smile on occasion. I see Camus’s face in the stone. The meaninglessness of it all cleanses the detritus of my question-mark soul. Now there is nothing. I couldn’t be happier. The Nightmares Of Clocks My nightmares are perpetual as the clocks within, revolvingContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Robert Wilson”
Zombie Nothing is as before. Since that fateful day people have gone crazy. I’m not saying it became, but it has become, which means that those events continue to affect our present. I have received one last mission, to cross the portal and spread the temporary powder. But how?. Before continuing with this story IContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Samir Karimo”
Cindy Poems Lighting fickles and cool downpours of silken whereabouts sliding doors to countless encounters of flesh pounded into love wet degraded unearth triangular flies and hopped-up bunnies looking for ragweed time capsules Where is fairyland ? Sodden nightmares that quake with resistance unilateral timekeepers await further instructions helium balloons full of piss and cumContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Cynthia Scott”
Kinder Times The Angels are reflected in the water.Dirty faces with sad eyes.Their wings are broken.Their hair matted.When they are close you can smell their decay.Try not to look into the water, it will only remind you of kinder times.
Yesterday’s Prose It was only yesterday Voices were heard, stories were told Family, friends to hug as well as hold All came to a stand still The day corona virus decided to intermingle Single handily the globe, left out into the cold Today this land is no longer our land Together we stand ToContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Rita Recine”