VOICES FROM THE FIRE: George Schaefer

WHEN THE WRONG GIRL GETS PISSED OFF BY A POEM I was talking to this young lady I know and she was really pissed off about a poem I wrote about getting laid in the back seat of an old ’73 Buick LeSabre I didn’t see why this one poem in particular was so upsettingContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: George Schaefer”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: J.C. Hawkes

R E D   C U R T A I N I have replaced my face  with a red curtain  because, I am hooked in  and willingly I disappear  into arms of  cockroaches,  a stockpile of dream  and manifest of circulation.  I found you  at the closing of market street  and we saw each other Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: J.C. Hawkes”