VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Michael Lacy

Jesus Christ there’s no use for this Judas there’s no choice but to do it Predestined to see Mother Earth from fleshy knees tell us there’s no fucking need to do this watch me pray in the street While the false Christians loot us Let’s go after the misguided Open fire on the looters IContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Michael Lacy”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Cord Moreski

Notice  The landlord is paying  a visit this evening  while I see him getting back  into his shiny Ferrari  playing with the dashboard  outside my living room window I got this notice between my fingers  but don’t even have to open it  to realize what this is again  because if I listen carefully  the otherContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Cord Moreski”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Marie D. Moldovan

Androgynous I was but thirteen years of age, You called me a disgusting fag, Not the kind you roll and toke, But instead, the one butted in joke. What a joke!?! ​ You were my mother; you should have known better To ask a question you didn’t want answered. Seeking labels confining letter… …To openlyContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Marie D. Moldovan”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE:Kenneth Vincent Walker

From Rome to Ruins Impoverished beyond Belief; where relief has Long past been viable Option over abject grief. Ostensibly, refusing to Cease, as Man’s greed Always gets in the way Of genuine prosperity. For how can we binge Drink at college when Our world thirsts and Hungers knowledge? These words are far More prophetic thanContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE:Kenneth Vincent Walker”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE:Mark James Andrews

Assisi Triptych Francis St. Frankie plucked a strawberry off the curb in a snow patch  on 8 Mile Road and planted her in the shag carpet at New York  Dominic’s big ranch crib on Windmill Point, another white lie  as the big wet snowflakes of the false Spring killed the crocuses.  The strawberry’s black patchContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE:Mark James Andrews”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Stephen Whitter

Becoming old First it reminds me most friends are dead.Well, that is just the way of things, what can I expect ?Did I think they would wait for me, give me a chance to catch up?I tried.Because I wanted my to be together again, talk for hours over a cup.Well, that seemed more probable thanContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Stephen Whitter”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Peter Crowley

Home, at Last      The backyard is crumbling.       Masked men with machetes butchered the hedges. The pool is a hydrothermal vent where the bacterium LUCA enjoys the floats. Where there isn’t dirt, the grass is coarse and tan.        Rabbits have pledged allegiance to a new kind. Squirrels scurry up the trees, hiding forever behind soft, white,Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Peter Crowley”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: George Gad Economou

Invisible Drunkard as you hunker down on your stool and order PBR and Kentucky Beau, look to your left, perhaps to your right, I’m on a stool drinking getting disoriented, you’ll see a shadow sitting there, nodding in approval of your crude order and your  frigid manners. a crazy old man, in something resembling aContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: George Gad Economou

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: Jimmy Broccoli

We Put the Dog to Sleep My parents said we could no longer afford him, so we put the dog to sleep – I miss the times I’d throw the ball and he’d catch it in his mouth – Or run after it – his tongue hanging out of his mouth – So happy –Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Jimmy Broccoli”