Submitted Poetry
violence violence is the only thing that can make us see sense christmas in the usa most wanted life is an ironic sex and violence i’m bored i’m jaded urban suburban sitcom with bad actors video christmas in the usa most wanted life is a spaghetti western vengeance is mine […]
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 […]
NEVER GIVE UP in English & Icelandic & Spanish with Icelandic translation by Birgitta Jonsdottir with translated by Maria Ines Mogaburu and Lorena Lobita by His Holiness The Dalai Lama & Ron Whitehead Never give up No matter what is going on Never give up Develop the heart Too much […]
Daniel Lee Johnson the morning breeze speaks in ancient secret tones talking of winter’s demise jesting at the joy of the day hinting at the storm to come it gently brushes my long graying hair softly caresses my cheeks lovingly kisses my lips indifferent to who I may be it […]
poets come out of your toilets you’ve been holed up too long playing with yourselves with your wastes you’re wasting away all olfactory sensations dead what with your head now situated on your posterior oneeyed cyclopian peering down into midnight bottom
by Ron Whitehead i’m going straight bought myself a flat top haircut so stiff I can carry a tray of martinis waiting on people someone to open up her purse and give me a tip cause i don’t have a clue anymore as to what’s going on but i do […]
By: Rob Azevedo YEAH, SHE THREW ME RIGHT OUT TOSSED MY BELT IN MY FACE KICKED MY ASS DOWN THE STAIRS BUDDY BEWARE CALLING ME “THE BIG WASTE” YEAH, SHE THREW ME RIGHT OUT I HEADED BACK INTO TOWN CREEPIN’ AROUND ACTIN’ A CLOWN THROWIN’ THE BIG HAMMER DOWN PRIDE […]
The knock on the door was like, what the fuck is that. An early March morning, almost Spring but still a dusting of snow on the ground, the last thing you want to see is a couple of cops coming up to bang on your door. Especially with the […]
By: JB Fertile and fueled by a rage, an age, a circumstance, time and chance… And she screams Why, why, why? In shades of cool and blue and orange and green and yellow and crimsons Compelled, derailed, broken, outspoken and resurrected in the depths And there she stands, staring, holding […]
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