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VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Paul Ilechko
Kingbird I was watching the birds the day that Jose Mendez cracked up. I do that a lot. You can learn a lot from birds, trust me on this. I bet that old Chinese guy, Sun Tzu, got some of his ideas from watching them. They know strategy. I was watching kingbirds – a wholeContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Paul Ilechko”
VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Johann Van Der Walt
Guilt comes in our silences I tell myself that I am a far flung ideal, my thoughts love to attract anything worth regret, no company more loved by misery than the graveyard in which my mind sleeps. I look in the mirror and brush my teeth, routines somehow scratching too far under my skin. IsContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Johann Van Der Walt”
VOICES FROM THE FIRE: James Maj
VOICES FROM THE FIRE: J.J Campbell
no one was ever meant to sometimes the loneliness will distort even the best memories beat you down until you understand that no one was ever meant to love you there goes another bottle of scotch soon, you’ll be looking at a bottle of pills and thinking of one of your musical heroes these areContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: J.J Campbell”
VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Howie Good
Unfortunately It is my least favorite word in the English language. A sentence that begins with it hasn’t a chance of ending on a happy note, with balloon bouquets and showers of confetti. Instead, the word serves as a kind of alarm bell, its only purpose to alert you that you’re about to be shotContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Howie Good”
VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Duane Vorhees
BLOOM’S KAMA SUTRA, new edition To the garden of harlots I pilgrimage again. “Hey, Bud.” The rival queens of the bed compete for attention and agency. “Pick me, pick me.” Their perfumes, their costume hyperbole, all tended for effect. Their gloss and glitter lipstick, their soft and tender feel. “I bet you came to sniffContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Duane Vorhees”
VOICES FROM THE FIRE: John Stickney
VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Bruce Hodder
On Morphine (after my lung collapsed) I saw all four Beatles in a green stuffed pepper one lunchtime, and Jesus in my ward shower curtain. The words on the page of the book I was reading leaped and pirouetted like ants in a ballet. It was trippy, almost worth nearly dying for, but considering IContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Bruce Hodder”
VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Alan Catlin
On the Road They drove the car as if they hadn’t boosted it from the driveway of some mansion they’d knocked over, drove as if the trunk wasn’t full of top shelf stuff they could pawn for pennies on someone else’s dollars, as if there weren’t designer bags stuffed with watches, earrings, necklaces, jewelry, noContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Alan Catlin”
