VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Kappa Waugh

Benedictus Benedictine in a tiny bottle, tongue in, tongue out, mooning, dreaming, face of the boy who’d borrowed a dollar last week, but won’t speak to her now. She slips her fingers past her waistband, a new face, the man who fingered her five years ago during  that movie The Nun’s Story.  Audrey Hepburn’s faceContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Kappa Waugh”

APRIL CRUELTY IS COMING

That’s right, National Poetry Month is on the horizon and April is cruel, poet and publishers punishing each other and themselves alike… First on the agenda…Editor in Chief Mike Zone will be attending St. Augustine PoetFest (brainchild of Chris Bodor)…taking part in a discussion panel regarding Poets and Change (essentially poetry and politics), then there’sContinue reading “APRIL CRUELTY IS COMING”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Roz Washington

As the Waves of our Entities intermingles Sounds through the waters of the cosmos beckons our Minds, thus a light tint of Violet glows in our circumference… Drawn into each other Graceful Glances of Sparkling thoughts passed between us… The Universe feels Infinite there’s a definite connection… the Moonlight’s reflection passing Glistening ideas of arrangedContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Roz Washington”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: John Chinaka Onyeche

My Grandmother Was An Alchemist. My grandmother. It was in late August, and the early 50s now, when I last visited her in that old cool smoky hut from whence, we were all bred. This visit was after I noticed that her sorrows had become like the early morning rains drizzling, that kind which leavesContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: John Chinaka Onyeche”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Shane Allison

A Sestina for Jarret Jarret, do you have a large velvet pad I could borrow Or a gold gift box?  I need a round velvet bar, Jarret and an acrylic earring stand. Do you have a velvet apple ring case Or a slot bracelet tray? Jarret, right about now I could use a bangle braceletContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Shane Allison”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Glen Armstrong

Anti Do it now. Attack the most beautiful cars,  figuratively if not literally. They are symbols of a dying culture that consume the bones of extinct species. Take the fight into the streets, into the asphalt, into consideration’s darkest fears. The years roll by without consideration taking you in, pressing you to their flower-print shirt,Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Glen Armstrong”

ECHOES ACROSS THE ATLANTIC

Try as one might to say something to clever in a press release…it’s not going to happen with a work of this magnitude which speaks quite well for itself… From out of Nigeria, we are honored to present the poetry of John “The Apostle” Chinaka Onyeche in the hopes the reader will learn, further theContinue reading “ECHOES ACROSS THE ATLANTIC”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Jonathan Bracker

Bucolic Favorite names of men, for me, Are “Jeremy” and “Timothy.” I’ve a CD of birds in the wild On which clearly as clear can be One dude reiterates its name: “Jeremy Thatcher, Jeremy Thatcher,” Pauses briefly, then Double-states again. In my mind I see a former Female Prime Minister of Great Britain. Timothy?  Timothy’sContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Jonathan Bracker”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Heath Brougher

Your God Your God is a slave to human imagination and flights of ridiculous fancy. Your God is more dead than Nietzsche. Your religion is an insane social disease,  childish and created to help cowards  cope with vaguely cultivated conundrums concerning Truth.  Your God is an anvil tied to Humanity’s tyranny of evil traditions andContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Heath Brougher”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Wayne Burke

Fat A fat girl standing in the doorway of WALGREENS “can you buy me something? I have not eaten all day.” She follows me inside. Tells me her name, “Jen.” “What’s yours?” I mumble “Wayne.” “Duane?” “Yeah, Duane.” In the candy aisle she reaches for a bag of peanut butter M & M’s on sale,Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Wayne Burke”