VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Michael Lee Johnson

Juice Box Girl (After Midnight Moments) I’m a juice box girl, squeeze me, play me like an accordion, box-shaped, but gagged edges. Breathe me inside out, I’m nude, fruity, fractured, strawberry melon, nightshade wine. Chicago, 3:00 a.m. somewhere stranded someone’s balcony memories undefined, you will find me there stretched naked, doing the Electric Slide, taking morningContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Michael Lee Johnson”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: R.M. Engelhardt

Shakespeare,  Kerouac & Bukowski Are Waiting And You’re Running Late (In Memoriam For Gerald) Everyday One Poet Enters Another Exits Handing Over The Pen It’s the story of The world the story of Words the story Of what makes a Poet a human being And makes a human Being a poet To each Their ownContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: R.M. Engelhardt”