VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Heath Brougher

Your God Your God is a slave to human imagination and flights of ridiculous fancy. Your God is more dead than Nietzsche. Your religion is an insane social disease,  childish and created to help cowards  cope with vaguely cultivated conundrums concerning Truth.  Your God is an anvil tied to Humanity’s tyranny of evil traditions andContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Heath Brougher”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Shane Allison

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Milenko Županović

Visions of Immortality In the dark valley, the tears of the faithful, on the bloody rock on the night of the resurrection, the Son of God, prayers on the eternal fire. The blue dome, the Sistine in the Bay of Saints in the moonlight in the fog of remembrance, the bells of Christians on theContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Milenko Županović”

Dreams into Days

From IMMORTAL DREAMS Milenko Županovic’ takes us into PSALMS OF LAST DAYS…. staring down the Apocalypse while facing demons and ghosts and a crisis faith through the ages and beyond. The Poet continues to tread through the mystic territory of prophecy, despair and redemption. Does he find it? Will you find it? Were you evenContinue reading “Dreams into Days”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Shane Allison

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Milenko Županović

Screams In the valley  of darkness  screams  of demons  trapped in a cave  the way of hell covered  with ashes. Shadow The hidden  tears  of angels  in the hearts  of the faithful  on the hill  of Golgotha  covered  with the shadow  of the cross.

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Dillinger

VOICES FROM THE FIRE:Milenko Županovic

The son God In the light of shadow prayer on the hill Golgotha the heart of the city Jerusalem is bleeding saints in tears. Mother Hide your  believers  with prayer in arms heart new life at dusk demons in the fire missing. Blood  Traces of blood holy Grail verses of solitude faith by poetry hidden.Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE:Milenko Županovic”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: James Maj

“you realizing Jesus watches you in the bathtub”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Andreas Fleps

Causeway The path you were on rolled up its tongue like a faded red carpet and swallowed itself.  You opened your mouth to speak of it and your  voice fell out as silence, like a baby bird from its nest. You felt hope pass away inside you, but couldn’t find the corpse. Maybe the rumorsContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Andreas Fleps”