Kinder Times The Angels are reflected in the water.Dirty faces with sad eyes.Their wings are broken.Their hair matted.When they are close you can smell their decay.Try not to look into the water, it will only remind you of kinder times.
A Drug Story Fat Freddy tells me he is out of the game. Fentanyl, he says, fucked everything up. But you can still get high, still get by, just test your shit before the party begins. Small time motherfuckers don’t care and those motherfuckers are the ones that die. Hustling down to a different partContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Jack Henry & Dillinger”
The Naif Fisherman I’d been driven by my friends to an exhibition (not at a gallery but at the artist’s house or, more correctly, the artist’s parents’ house, a mudbrick two-story faux-Gothic number nestled in a forest background), where the wine was served in pottery goblets made by a local ‘craftsperson’ who saw anything thatContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE:Doug Jacquier”
I agree, that headline isn’t as enticing as romancing the bone…but here we are with what is technically the second February release from Dumpster Fire Press…. I first started to hate S.A. Gerber when we first encountered one another’s work on Mad Swirl’s Virtual Open MIC during the pandemic. Although a hell of poet, heContinue reading “RANTING THE PLANETARY…”