mason jar back in those old days we kept cocaine in a sugar jar on a broke down kitchen table next a stolen napkin dispenser.  when we watched the Starsky and Hutch movie we recognized we had become a bad joke.  now we keep our cocaine in a mason jar in the garage next toContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE:Jack Henry”

Reece Beckett

Feeling Followed. I see a standing silhouette In the corner of my room. I see the bubbling potion That sits inside my spoon.  I’ve been feeling followed Since before I left the womb. I’ll still be feeling followed When I’m buried in my tomb. Cross Your Heart I live inside a waste-pipe In a wasteland,Continue reading “Reece Beckett”


Vladimir I knew the curry house was closed.  Smoke punished its own sky, lashed it like a schoolboy’s hide in 1950. I’d known how neglected it felt, how planets never really forgave it, blocking their view of God. The closet heterosexual was near the door juggling in advance for his new circus act,  the millennialsContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: John Doyle”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Wolfgang Carstens

Sweet Christmas!

Taking a bit of time off to revise the site along with recuperating from an insane publishing schedule…. In the meantime…get yourself or someone you love or are bitter enemies with one or all of these Dumpster Fire Press titles: THE GRIND a collaborative poetry text by myself, Wolfman, Roz Washington and Push Cart Nominee RobertContinue reading “Sweet Christmas!”

Leaving Henderson County for…

“What’s in store for me in the direction, I don’t take?” – Jack Kerouac One of my favorite Kerouac quotes next to “I have nothing to offer but my confusion.” Which kinds of sums up this and sometimes existence itself altogether but that isn’t what this installment is all about…it’s about John Doyle’s long awaitedContinue reading “Leaving Henderson County for…”