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: Kevin M. Hibshman

Different Day It’s a different day. Hope registers as a pain very familiar yet impossible to locate. Last night tossed aloft on a pure wave of intoxication. It’s a different day. I wake up feeling strange. Everything looks the same, but the air has shifted, altering cognition. I recognize the stains. It’s a different day.Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Kevin M. Hibshman”