Rob Azevedo – Dumpster Fire Press

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Dillinger

Also true believers VOICES FROM THE FIVE vol. 5 is available, the final volume to be released this year!

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Rob Azevedo

Sticks Scratching In The Sand The lessons are thereboxed in letters and windsymbols of flightand mightand wandering lustthis weightless destinythis excusable existenceeach undistinguishablefrom the nextwe pride ourselves in timeon lifeon the waves in which we crestas we float on white capsbellowing and bustlingand bursting at the seamstrying to define our energyour needy criesour searching prideandContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Rob Azevedo”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Dillinger

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Alex Z. Salinas

Hispanic sonnet, or The burbs Back then, I was insane. At a New Year’s party Smoked a Cuban cigar with a retired elevator Mechanic who not a year later slashed his throat In his backyard. His wife worked for the Chicago Blackhawks, flashed a championship Ring the size of a humble penthouse. Their Porchlights fromContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Alex Z. Salinas”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Don’t Sit in my Hall Closet, Collecting Dust Why all the ringers have to be dead ones, the telephone company has yet to explain, this facecloth full of ice over my knee as though a personal ice age is happening, that cooling off period you feel in your heart long before you hurt someone waitingContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Ryan Quinn Flanagan”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Rob Azevedo

YOU OWN ME Aching to taste the heel of your foot,your crumpled brow,the lineage of your stamina,I wrangle my mightand set forthunrepentant, unmade, unwashedand crowd my mind withthe blowing scent ofbrowning thighsthat shine and tumbleon slippery ground,whipping down hard on myelectric loins,our tongues tied like rat tails,tangled and swollen,deserted by starry skies,digested by lust,exposed withContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Rob Azevedo”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Dillinger

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Rob Azevedo

WET MY GULLET come hither you delicious tykeallow me to bathe in your beautywash over tongue and jawwith fragility so sweet white heated cankers throband dissolve with each swallowone bubble haughtier than the lastcrowded laughter chimes truth the roots of your beginningchristened and blessed inholy waters as throngs of revelersbelch into the face of theContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Rob Azevedo”