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: Michael Lee Johnson

Juice Box Girl (After Midnight Moments) I’m a juice box girl, squeeze me, play me like an accordion, box-shaped, but gagged edges. Breathe me inside out, I’m nude, fruity, fractured, strawberry melon, nightshade wine. Chicago, 3:00 a.m. somewhere stranded someone’s balcony memories undefined, you will find me there stretched naked, doing the Electric Slide, taking morningContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Michael Lee Johnson”