Submitted Poetry
by Stephen Aloysius Bischoff Living in a world so cold you gotta be tough as buffalo nuts Fur mane so thick you can’t run fingers Through haphazardly braided knots Born with a second skin, a skeleton hidden in the basement When the master calls at night for what […]
Sipping on coffee Every morning As the sun comes up And the roosters crow Is a habit I’m glad I have Not because I need the caffeine To get me going Not because I like the way It stains my teeth It’s because it gives me A brief moment […]
Art by Joey Feldman you and i holding hands floating into oblivion our toes stride on time & space two collagen hosts electric, swirling neurons projecting into infinity i can’t tell where you end and we begin we shake berries at the whores, of pain & artifice soon, […]
by Eric Rubelmann The ground has grown colder The flowers though grow taller Fail to emit a scent of serenity The clouds still allow sunshine But the pallor of your laughter Is what one would reserve for a scream My tattered peacoat still warms me The […]
this heroin epidemic is doing wonders for our bottom line we’ve got the perfect thing our product keeps ’em hooked that way we ensure a continuous & reliable profit stream the lives and quality of life of the consumers are meaningless to a corporation you see we do as […]
The Hushing Sound of Falling Snowflakes by Ron Whitehead It snowed during the night and giant flakes are still gently falling. The snow isn’t letting up. I walk and walk and walk. I am in awe of the beauty blanketing me. I’ve lost track of time. I find myself […]
I quit smoking The way I was smoking Because smoking wasn’t About smoking Any more It had became a staple In my everyday schedule I had to have one now I had to have one then Gotta make time For just one more Before this Or after that They used […]
by Lorri Primavera Dedicated to my friend Mikel K. Poet Romance the poets Ring in the wanderers With ideas of you being you in the creeks of the forests in the buses of the cities in the windows of the apartments Romance the lonely and drunkard sitting […]
by David Wood On a second story porch half way through the fridges’ end-of-the-week bastard eight pack and the remnants of a joint, I watch the rain, in my apartment’s parking lot. Sometimes I sip my beer, and I’ll look at the rings radiating in the puddles. I forget for […]
by Heathcote Williams art by Elena Caldera What are people doing fucking dying? Haven’t they got better things to do? No sooner than you’re on someone’s wavelength Then suddenly they’re whisked away from you. I saw Bowie at the first Glastonbury in 1971. He was performing at five in […]
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