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.
Another Realm The roses erupt and the clouds burn above and below. Seeking refuge from an ominous gray mist attempting to strangle thought. Two hours in the tavern cannot diffuse the terror. Too many blood- red eyes reflecting all sad truths. Some clarity claws through the cobwebs saying that someone spoke of a ‘center’ toContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: S.A. Gerber”
An escape from National Poetry Month and poetry just in general…. Dumpster Fire Press’ first release for May features the spectacular short fiction collection from VOICES FROM THE FIRE contributor and fellow MAD SWIRL contributor Harry McNabb. Featuring cover art by James Maj. “It’s a real pleasure to release Harry McNabb’s latest story collection. IContinue reading “KELP ME!”
Harry McNabb Volleyball Touchdown Get Beer Money I was looking out over the waterpark that is bigger than planet earth with my boy Colton, thinking about the Red Hot Chili Peppers, and thinking that this was probably how they felt when they thought about California. Like they were home. And I was going to goContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Harry McNabb”
Another round I’m drinking with Edgar while Baudelaire claws the turf and howls outside. Poe is a lot drunker than he should be…a cheap date, a ‘lightweight’ even. “You know that Lowell wrote that I am only two- fifth’s genius?”, he stutters. “So fucking what!”, I reply, Look what you did to that guy outContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: S.A. Gerber”
Mr. Socks and the Giant Bee I decided, after I had seen a post on social media about “coming out day,” that I would make a pivotal decision about my sexuality for forever or for the time being. I said to myself that if the boss called me in to his office in the nextContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Harry McNabb”
I Want to be a Pet I slept on the floor of the lettuce room. It was wet. My pants were wet because whenever my clothes are wet, I shiver out a small allotment of fear-pee. I had no choice. My father had given me a knuckle sandwich when I’d said I needed a placeContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Harry McNabb”
I say stuff about stuff regarding Dumpster Fire Press and name drop like a mother fucker in a socially awkward manner and had I had seven more minutes probably would’ve droned on about even weirder shit concerning pending projects… https://anchor.fm/emotionalorphan/episodes/Social-Yet-Distanced-Welcome-Mike-Zone-of-Dumpster-Fire-Press-eogpuf/a-a47orl7?fbclid=IwAR0eXwQtGMXY1vgDneEPO4gUsXY33ACPAQd1BKFEiS6fUXpvpMoQ69Q6eW4 Thanks to the Emotional Orphan of the Social Yet Distanced podcast for having me