Busted Busted the zipper on my jeans, fatso blue hair fading growing out grey-black beard already snowy – 66 maybe 20 years left. “We’re building a community of health and wellness” – the billboard promises – while here comes Homeless Dirty Hands with his label’d Zombie Survival Kit bag Was the girl in the faux snowContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Marc Olmsted”
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VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Dillinger
VOICES FROM THE FIRE: John Tustin
MOPPING IN LITTLE CIRCLES I get bored easily and I don’t mind menial labor But to do the same task every day or to do one thing for an hour? In and out or up and down, the same few muscles working And the rest lax – I just can’t do it. Don’t ask meContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: John Tustin”
VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Linnet Phoenix
Tinder It’s not often an autumn sunwith cool morning air rendersmy day glorious for a frisky gallop.As we set out, she asks,“how are you doing?”I sigh inside, trying to remember.“Have I told you I’m getting divorced?”She has heard the gossip spilt from bored lips She offers commiserations. Turns to me.“Now you are free to beContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Linnet Phoenix”
VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Giovanni Mangiante
on the brink of madness how many glasses of whiskey one must down on an empty stomach before the demons come off the walls at midnight and start making the arrangements? how many before they ask if I need someone to talk to? because I’ve scratched off the painting, left the bare concrete bloody andContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Giovanni Mangiante”
VOICES FROM THE FIRE: John Stickney
Ambient Light When God said – Let there be light – It was an all surrounding Tour of wave and particle. But He found At night Especially after the fall Just Adam and Eve They and their bodies That sparking That glowing after Was just not enough To show the glory of the world Between sunset and riseContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: John Stickney”
VOICES FROM THE FIRE: R.Keith
VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Michael Lee Johnson
I’m a Riverboat Boy, Poem on Halsted Street As sure as church bells Sunday morning, ringing on Halsted and State Street, Chicago, these memories will be soon forgotten. I stumble in my life with these words like broken sentences. I hear and denounce myself in the distance, mumbling chatter off my lips. Fragments and chips.Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Michael Lee Johnson”
The Cruelest Month (call for submissions)
April is approaching…. April is Poetry Month.. .April is the cruelest month… according to T.S. Eliot… The above is not a poem…I promise my poetry isn’t that subpar even though it has the potential to be. Dropping April 1st (this is not a joke) will be the first volume of VOICES FROM THE FIRE…to kickContinue reading “The Cruelest Month (call for submissions)”
