VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Steven Dee Kish

Bad Friends I flip open my zippo lighter…flick …flick… The orange flame lights my Kent cigarette; the smell of tobacco fills the air. I grab a church key and open a bottle of beer. I’m drowning my sorrows with booze; it soothes my parched throat. Half buzzed; I take a stroll to MY community center.Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Steven Dee Kish”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: George Schaefer

WHO’S ON TOP? Flip a coin to determine who’s on top Endlessly we bicker it never stops Lazy man I am indeed You mount your faithful stead We both enjoy inhibitions we drop MY FINGERS MANIPULATE        I carefully caress long golden thigh My fingers manipulate a deep sigh Ever so gently she moans  Her pleasureContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: George Schaefer”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Beau Blue

A Public Apology Well, it finally happened .. I went too far .. and now I have to apologize .. I should never have uttered the slur that all my Repuglican friends are so upset about .. and I am sorry .. please forgive me. When I uttered the slur: “Trump has the ethics ofContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Beau Blue”

NOBODY GETS OUT ALIVE…JUST RECYCLED

That’s how it felt editing this ambitous poetry chapbook from the ever-evolving Edward Wells…our fourth release for NATIONAL POETRY MONTH… I’m not going to bullshit anyone, the manuscript was accepted before I was stern with guidelines and such… However, I liked this cat after meeting him virtually at one of Mad Swirl’s live open MIC’sContinue reading “NOBODY GETS OUT ALIVE…JUST RECYCLED”

SMALL GESTURES FROM BIG HANDS

Yeah, yeah I could’ve conjured a better title for a press release but April has been unusually cruel this year with the debacle that was PoetFest and the juggernaut of a struggle with a spreadsheet poetry manuscript…’nuff said. Our third release for National Poetry Month which is not spread sheet poetry… Now when one ofContinue reading “SMALL GESTURES FROM BIG HANDS”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Tiberuis Galloway

A Lost Thought Feel like I’m splittin’ realities Maybe I’m losin’ my faculties All these thoughts insidah me At first it excited me Then it frightened me Lungs tighten insidah me Is the knowledge a parta me? Or is it invading me? The truth is all I can see But all I want is toContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Tiberuis Galloway”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE:Jack Henry

mason jar back in those old days we kept cocaine in a sugar jar on a broke down kitchen table next a stolen napkin dispenser.  when we watched the Starsky and Hutch movie we recognized we had become a bad joke.  now we keep our cocaine in a mason jar in the garage next toContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE:Jack Henry”

Reece Beckett

Feeling Followed. I see a standing silhouette In the corner of my room. I see the bubbling potion That sits inside my spoon.  I’ve been feeling followed Since before I left the womb. I’ll still be feeling followed When I’m buried in my tomb. Cross Your Heart I live inside a waste-pipe In a wasteland,Continue reading “Reece Beckett”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: John Doyle

Vladimir I knew the curry house was closed.  Smoke punished its own sky, lashed it like a schoolboy’s hide in 1950. I’d known how neglected it felt, how planets never really forgave it, blocking their view of God. The closet heterosexual was near the door juggling in advance for his new circus act,  the millennialsContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: John Doyle”

BEDROOM ANATOMY LESSONS

Dumpster Fire Press is proud to present the release of our first 2022 anthology SEX! SEX! SEX! Erotica of all sorts, lessons learned in and outside of the bedroom? Was it a tragic romance or just another illusionary lust trance? Maybe there’s even a hint of someone NOT getting laid with even some paranormal romanceContinue reading “BEDROOM ANATOMY LESSONS”