VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Michael Lee Johnson

Juice Box Girl (After Midnight Moments) I’m a juice box girl, squeeze me, play me like an accordion, box-shaped, but gagged edges. Breathe me inside out, I’m nude, fruity, fractured, strawberry melon, nightshade wine. Chicago, 3:00 a.m. somewhere stranded someone’s balcony memories undefined, you will find me there stretched naked, doing the Electric Slide, taking morningContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Michael Lee Johnson”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Dan Provost

Come With Me We walk the steps of forced life within a filthy neighborhood— a doomed scenario that tortures existence into a blind escape stare, where the angels of the absurd cannot comprehend a vision of a place where ugly people play for keeps… Not Science Fiction Head still staggered… Tilted— Far away from allContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Dan Provost”