VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Dillinger

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Jack Henry & Dillinger

A Drug Story Fat Freddy tells me he is out of the game. Fentanyl, he says, fucked everything up. But you can still get high, still get by, just test your shit before the party begins. Small time motherfuckers don’t care and those motherfuckers are the ones that die. Hustling down to a different partContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Jack Henry & Dillinger”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Matthew McGuirk

Coins Between Bed Sheets A jingling between sheets at 1am, 2am, 3am. Coins caught in coverlets, trapped to tink off each other as the clock wears time thin until pinks and oranges light eastern skies and the alarm clock sounds trumpets for a new day. Jousting in the Dark Turning words in my head likeContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Matthew McGuirk”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Paul Warren

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Karen Cline-Tardiff

Do Credit Cards Dream of Electric Purchases? The teller thought it was probably when I tried to buy gas at the Quik-E-Mart out on the bypass. They’d had a rash of credit card skimmers on that side of town. They issued me a new card on the spot, all shiny with little gold chip, justContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Karen Cline-Tardiff”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE:Nathan Graziano

Manson’s Child When I was in the tenth grade, splattered  with acne, I decided that I’d had enough of Catholicism and its steady stab of guilt. The next logical step was to devote myself to Lord Satan and master black magic. So I borrowed a book from the library on Aleister Crowley, hoping to learn Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE:Nathan Graziano”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Tiberius Galloway

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Paul Warren

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Carmen Grover

An Old Man Appears The weather was nice.  I’ve been wanting to go to the bush for a while to see the magical world that lives within and beyond the trees.  As I walked I saw chipmunks sunbathing on stumps and brown and white butterflies’ in their mourning cloaks grazed my sight.  I listened toContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Carmen Grover”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: R. Bremmer

The styptic pencil of the mind having written, in blood, moves on, becomes a hand, opens wide, slaps the mind in its face, then squeezes tightly into a fist of mystery. You try to unclench it and reveal its wonders. But it won’t be unclenched, so you wander in search of fulfillment or doughnuts, whicheverContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: R. Bremmer”