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: Tim Heerdink

Wolf in Temptation This morn, I walked dressedin cloth I’m not accustomedwhen population marks zerowithin my radius of reach. Hunger transports meout from my dark denso these urges canbe extinguishedbefore flamestake me. I see your beauty& I wish you couldfeel how hard it isto be me underneaththese clothes. Strip meof this false nature,ride meuntil IContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Tim Heerdink”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: R. KEITH

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: R. KEITH

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: R.Keith

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Michael Lee Johnson

I’m a Riverboat Boy, Poem on Halsted Street   As sure as church bells Sunday morning, ringing on Halsted and State Street, Chicago, these memories will be soon forgotten. I stumble in my life with these words like broken sentences. I hear and denounce myself in the distance, mumbling chatter off my lips. Fragments and chips.Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Michael Lee Johnson”