by Mario Burns The night before my nightmare Sitting in my chair I begin to fade out at some point Wake up downtown There is blood on my hands and shirt I rush home; pull the covers over my head Close my eyes Before I fall asleep, the alarm goes […]
by Mario Burns Little did I know A young man trying to grow Lost in the woods Blowing in the wind Never in the right direction Will I ever be back again On display in a window Played my last hand Smoked the last cigarette Fought all the wars […]
by Mario Burns Fresh off my latest fail Drunk behind the wheel Backwoods in eight feet of snow Nodding out to the sound of the benzo Jeep decides to kiss the ditch Call for help, couldn’t be found Time to take a rest and close my eyes Awaken to the […]
by Ron Whitehead visited Springfield flew to Louisville drove Bardstown Road to St. Catharine College then on to The Starving Artist Cafe Welcome to Springfield, Kentucky wandered Main street side streets lost for hours small suitcase weighed down with heavy words The Emancipation Proclamation The Gettysburg Address Abraham Lincoln’s words […]
By: Kidman Williams Tonight is the night of dance. Tonight is the night of trance. Tonight we awake and become Hierophants. Awaken from that illusion sweets And see what’s in Heat. The Storm clouds roll out of the East. Tonight is the night we fly. Tonight is the night […]
By: Ron Whitehead “I write this poem for the victims in Paris today, for all victims of the freedom of speech and of the press, for all victims of freedom, for all who stand up and speak out for freedom, equality, peace and justice for all, for the non-violent spiritual […]
Hand on the snake and the innocent protected her darkness is lofted, one feather at a time rending the clouds she dreams in. She is screaming aloud, “Please, take this child from me!” this lizard she sees, sleeping in her blood. Exhaling, under the bed is the art of children […]
By: Connor Gonzales Have you ever played Marco Polo in a pool? That’s how i feel about love sometimes. I yell “Marco” at the top of my lungs but i never hear “Polo.” I feel as if I’m stumbling around in a pool of confusion and frustration just looking for […]
By: Davis Ripley Keller I was drinking with the Devil and the Devil got drunk Passed out cold so I put him in the trunk Drove downtown to the county jail Said “book this crook don’t set no bail” Police said, “what did he do?” I said, “what did he […]
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