VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Dillinger

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: George Schaefer

WHO’S ON TOP? Flip a coin to determine who’s on top Endlessly we bicker it never stops Lazy man I am indeed You mount your faithful stead We both enjoy inhibitions we drop MY FINGERS MANIPULATE        I carefully caress long golden thigh My fingers manipulate a deep sigh Ever so gently she moans  Her pleasureContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: George Schaefer”

NOBODY GETS OUT ALIVE…JUST RECYCLED

That’s how it felt editing this ambitous poetry chapbook from the ever-evolving Edward Wells…our fourth release for NATIONAL POETRY MONTH… I’m not going to bullshit anyone, the manuscript was accepted before I was stern with guidelines and such… However, I liked this cat after meeting him virtually at one of Mad Swirl’s live open MIC’sContinue reading “NOBODY GETS OUT ALIVE…JUST RECYCLED”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Laszlo Aranyi

Circle (translated by Gabor Gyukics)  The furry duck’s crawling on his plate is withered-blue,       satiated, and later had intercourse  with his own daughter.        A villain with a sublime face hangs on the doorknob,       Jesus is taken away by a hoofed cop.                       On a leash, in handcuffs. Sticky cumContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Laszlo Aranyi”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Tiberuis Galloway

A Lost Thought Feel like I’m splittin’ realities Maybe I’m losin’ my faculties All these thoughts insidah me At first it excited me Then it frightened me Lungs tighten insidah me Is the knowledge a parta me? Or is it invading me? The truth is all I can see But all I want is toContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Tiberuis Galloway”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Tiberius Galloway

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Dillinger

Reece Beckett

Feeling Followed. I see a standing silhouette In the corner of my room. I see the bubbling potion That sits inside my spoon.  I’ve been feeling followed Since before I left the womb. I’ll still be feeling followed When I’m buried in my tomb. Cross Your Heart I live inside a waste-pipe In a wasteland,Continue reading “Reece Beckett”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Merritt Waldon

Self-portrait in meditation

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: M.A. Blickley & Zoe Anastassiou

Mother’s Milk My lips tremble as if I am about to cry. Please let your mother’s milk steel me against the animal I become when my brain confuses intellectual arousal with physical pleasure.  Why do I nurse wounds that flow from the expectations of others?  Sometimes it feels like I’m the suckling of a TinContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: M.A. Blickley & Zoe Anastassiou”