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”

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”