National Poetry Month draws to a close, it was brutal to say the least but most of it self-inflicted for some odd reason… Dumpster Fire Press made an event out of it, releasing five titles going hard with daily entries for VOICES FROM THE FIRE and while it drew me away from my own creativeContinue reading “APRIL WAS CRUEL…”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Luis Berriozabal

The Lows  The lows are too low. The blues are too blue. These feet can’t go on. They get in my way. The wind does not blow. I march to no drum. This cold is too cold. It freezes my brain. I hope against hope. Without you I lose. This bitter lemon life is notContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Luis Berriozabal”


this sadness is an ancient creature A year of plague, A year of fire storms, of the deaths of clever friends and brothers, of being a refugee, of watching confused citizens, watching the angry mob swarm. pestilence and famine draw differences so sharp inequalities come glaring into life and death relief the mob is hereContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: BEAU BLUE”