Under a Web of Branches Her Sex Doll Does anyone see the ultimate paradox? In a grown child’s broken toy, I mean Out old hands cannot mend Or bring life back to The baby sex doll, spinning no more: Sunlight once braided innocent glints Through her auburn hair Curled with the root of trees SoContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Peter Magliocco“
The almost Fall…Fall anthology…Fall of the press for now culminates in our final (for now) fall anthology GUNS GODS GLORY & GREED encompassing both the western pulp HONKY-TONK ANGELS and the cultish ANIMAL MASKS No we’re not cowboys but we are going off in the sunset a bit to interact with the rest of theContinue reading “Riding Further Off into the Human Zoo”
Breathe That small cop Caught the ‘gentle giant’, The coy boy In dark garments, Thought the gate to triumph Passes by the show, Selfying the missionary moment Turned the cowboy into a vampire A nasty nymph That little cop Knew not what this dark spot Was capable to do The harbinger of the pop SeizedContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Anissa Shoui”
Drinking with a Talking Booger The little green man climbed out of the can and said, “You are a dumb drunk motherfucker if you can see me,” I shrugged and laughed, “Do you think you can escape by drinking horse piss?” I nodded and chugged a can, “You’re a sack of shit with no guts,”Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Catfish McDaris”
Baptized In the holy river baptized on the land of fire in the womb of mystery a world without hope fear without chandeliers.
It’s a milestone at Dumpster Fire Press as we release VOICES FROM THE FIRE VOL. 10! Hitting double digits now! Dumpster Fire Press continues its counter-culture narrative with it’s tenth volume of the VOICES FROM THE FIRE collection culled directly from the official DFP website and blog of the same name: voices of reason, madness,Continue reading “DOUBLE DIGITS”
The Purgatory Gate I Skies crackled overhead. Was it lightning or something of fouler origins? Unsure, he nudged the iron visor from his eyes. Never before had he witnessed such deviancy from the greys and blues of the skies above, save for the melting pinks that bled into winter mornings above the village. Now theContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: S.R. Malone”