Baptized In the holy river baptized on the land of fire in the womb of mystery a world without hope fear without chandeliers.
Laundry List The days get lost in reality on the hospital grounds where men and women die as death takes no days off. In the laundry room the sheets of the afternoon are washed. They are to be used again in all areas of the hospital. Death and cleaning go on as waste gets disposed.Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal”
A Meditation for Monday Morning Proud, lifelong members of a mediocracy – they plan to die here. A quiet harbor. All that fills the air’s the scent of dead fish, stinking. Managed by seagulls screeching high above our heads, the daily droppings are their directives. In the belly of THIS beast I envy Jonah. AmericanContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Gary Maxwell”
The pipedream of permanence These rocks wear our names in a pipedream of permanence. Yet somewhere we’ve buried our cabernet moon, our clinking of glasses, rhyme over reason. The sun steals our shadow. I sent you two poems, penned in the frenzy of midnight and madness; our signatures linked in the marquise’s italics. Turnaround/turnaround. TheContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Emalisa Rose”
Bucolic Favorite names of men, for me, Are “Jeremy” and “Timothy.” I’ve a CD of birds in the wild On which clearly as clear can be One dude reiterates its name: “Jeremy Thatcher, Jeremy Thatcher,” Pauses briefly, then Double-states again. In my mind I see a former Female Prime Minister of Great Britain. Timothy? Timothy’sContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Jonathan Bracker”
Chili in Heaven God was busy doing a myriad of things,as God normally is,but on this particular day,God was making his trademark “white boy chili”and was especially distracted-& you know what?He sneezed from the powder, for one split second,and he actually created the same snowflake twiceHe looked at it-looked at it again and saidI knowContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Christian Garduno”
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”
BEWITCH hearts dip into death just for a taste, a reprieve from breath, yet now they are lost. skulls flicker with obsession flirt hard with silence, to end its ache. all our burning questions never had the answer; were only distractions from the fact, that timeContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Alicia Mathias”