VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Merritt Waldon

Self-portrait in meditation

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Kenneth Vincent Walker

Residual Scars There are some Wounds that time Cannot in fact heal, Only serve to expand The agony that’s felt. At times the mind Plays cruel tricks and Is torturous upon our Remaining time, living In our glass fortresses Which we have built. We compromise our Feelings, all memories Aside, but they remain In ourContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Kenneth Vincent Walker”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Reece Beckett

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Howie Good

Moments Like This Never Last A recorded message assures me for what seems the twentieth time that my call is important. I want wings made of eyes before the hold music returns – “Winter” from Vivaldi’s “Four Seasons.” Somewhere in the future, a frighteningly cadaverous woman in blue scrubs who says her name is AprilContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Howie Good”

Sweet Smell of Success…

Sometimes it doesn’t always smell so sweet…in fact sometimes it isn’t even successful…and there’s humor to be found there among the tragedy of it all and perhaps a bit of hope to salvage the mess but isn’t that why we dream and what happens when those dreams come during the dead time of being awake?Continue reading “Sweet Smell of Success…”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: J.C. HAWKES

I Am A Poet What does that  even mean —— It suggests I -> might be a god but I do not think I am a god.  Am I shaman –  journeying and healing the tribe  I don’t think I’ve healed myself –  (let alone anyone  – else).  I listen to the Melvins – TheyContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: J.C. HAWKES”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Danny D. Ford

Balancing Act

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Dan Holt

Mini Bike You had this mini bike with an engine the size of a lawnmower It sounded like a chain saw buzzing up and down the street The one time I rode it the fucking thing shot out from under me when I hit the accelerator and smashed into a tree Your dad drained allContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Dan Holt”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: George Schaefer

WHEN THE WRONG GIRL GETS PISSED OFF BY A POEM I was talking to this young lady I know and she was really pissed off about a poem I wrote about getting laid in the back seat of an old ’73 Buick LeSabre I didn’t see why this one poem in particular was so upsettingContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: George Schaefer”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: J.C. Hawkes

R E D   C U R T A I N I have replaced my face  with a red curtain  because, I am hooked in  and willingly I disappear  into arms of  cockroaches,  a stockpile of dream  and manifest of circulation.  I found you  at the closing of market street  and we saw each other Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: J.C. Hawkes”