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”


Part-time Cartographer Takes a Call Midwest Telecom ringing offtones from the telephone receiverbeckoning a response from the captainas he teleports himself toward the entrance. A spike in volume sputters out its tiny speakerpressed between his ear & shoulder while he fumblesfor that one decent ballpoint people keep stealing from him. His tone carries low throughContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Tim Heerdink”


Dear Poet,  Sorry, but my Russian Wolfhound, Dostoyevsky ate and defecated all the submissions for Issue #3 the smell and smear damn near killed me. Was your poem about catching your brother cornholing his buddy while watching Andy Griffith? Or was it the one about Sandpaper Sally, the chick with scabs in her vagina? OrContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Catfish McDaris”


Ode to Matty’s Prescription Glasses                                   (for Matty) I’m sure they’re yours Plastic, wire stems curve around Your pink ears Found them lying next to a ConAir hairbrush, Antibacterial body wash, A tube of Colgate written in German LubridermContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Shane Allison”

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”