THE FEARFUL GIRL IS THE STRANGEST DANCER. The moonlit dance was never danced again . The stonemason fled the scene . In the stump of an old tree ,where hearts have rotted out . Adam and Eve for a new generation ,scenarios the same ,just the faces that change. Old leaves turn into lace skeletons. Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Paul Warren”
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VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Maksym Beshlei
VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Stephen Whitter
These Days. Yes, I’m afraid it’s me, And this is you now, Well I’ll be. A detached house, attached husband, Two kids, a new surname. A brand-new Audi. Your face was a picture, when you realised I, wasn’t working with the removal men. It was mine the stuff they were moving into the new house.Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Stephen Whitter”
VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Michael Lacy
VOICES FROM THE FIRE WILL RETURN ON…
MARCH 20TH 2022 at the latest…the Editor in Chief has to contend with some health issues and recover. We appreciate your support… Anyone who dm’s me and asks about the publication of a piece being delayed will have their work pulled from the issue so that they can sleep comfortably and can resubmit in JulyContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE WILL RETURN ON…”
VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Dillinger
VOICES FROM THE FIRE:Jack Henry
mason jar back in those old days we kept cocaine in a sugar jar on a broke down kitchen table next a stolen napkin dispenser. when we watched the Starsky and Hutch movie we recognized we had become a bad joke. now we keep our cocaine in a mason jar in the garage next toContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE:Jack Henry”
CARRYING THE FIRE
Recently, the Editor in Chief of Dumpster Fire Press engaged in a collaboration with musical talent Brotherwell of the RE: COVERY PROJECT in the adaption of his poem “Railroad Earth” into a song… It’s been quite the journey and we hope you enjoy. at the bottom you’ll find links to more of Brotherwell’s work asContinue reading “CARRYING THE FIRE”
VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Paul Warren
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Reece Beckett
Feeling Followed. I see a standing silhouette In the corner of my room. I see the bubbling potion That sits inside my spoon. I’ve been feeling followed Since before I left the womb. I’ll still be feeling followed When I’m buried in my tomb. Cross Your Heart I live inside a waste-pipe In a wasteland,Continue reading “Reece Beckett”
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