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: Andreas Fleps

Causeway The path you were on rolled up its tongue like a faded red carpet and swallowed itself.  You opened your mouth to speak of it and your  voice fell out as silence, like a baby bird from its nest. You felt hope pass away inside you, but couldn’t find the corpse. Maybe the rumorsContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Andreas Fleps”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Daniel J. Flore III

My Day I’m sittingand watchingthe carsgo by they carryaway myday ontheir hoods my daylooks sogood asit passesme by that Imight evenlive it

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Marc Olmsted

Busted Busted the zipper on my jeans, fatso  blue hair fading growing out grey-black  beard already snowy –  66 maybe 20 years left.  “We’re building a community  of health and wellness”  – the billboard promises –  while here comes Homeless Dirty Hands  with his label’d  Zombie Survival Kit bag Was the girl in the  faux snowContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Marc Olmsted”