VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Gary Maxwell

A Meditation for Monday Morning Proud, lifelong members of a mediocracy – they plan to die here. A quiet harbor. All that fills the air’s the scent of dead fish, stinking. Managed by seagulls screeching high above our heads, the daily droppings are their directives. In the belly of THIS beast I envy Jonah. AmericanContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Gary Maxwell”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Stephen Whitter

What Told Me You Were Dead What told me you were dead that Friday morningwas a loaf of bread.As I wheezed down your street I swore,well you hadn’t answered my messages and apart from each other who else had we to call?So I had set out…But when, in the just arrived morning light I couldContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Stephen Whitter”