VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Alan Catlin

On the Road They drove the car as if they hadn’t boosted it from the driveway of some  mansion they’d knocked over, drove as if the trunk wasn’t full of top shelf stuff they could pawn for pennies on someone else’s dollars, as if there weren’t designer bags stuffed with watches, earrings, necklaces, jewelry, noContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Alan Catlin”

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”