Submitted Poetry
One Last Sip
By Kris Khatchikian One last sip, as i finish my favorite whiskey. Have you tried it? Fireball we call it. I’m sure you’ve heard, It’s possibly caused your stomach to curdle; Good ole fireball.
Poetry
Gimme Back my Wig
the hound dog taylor hunter s. thompson i gotta get outta this town blues by Ron Whitehead gimme back my wig cause i’m thumbin a ride after midnight on the hound dog taylor hunter s. thompson alligator new orleans memphis chicago 61 blues highway yes i gotta get outta this […]
“Standing on the edge of my own self-destruction”
Standing on the edge of my own self-destruction A war within my head Tired of the battle This enemy wants me dead Tortured in defeat Can never seem to win When will this opposition, finally do me in The past is a torch, supposed to light the way Another day […]
STONED POET BLUES
Recipient of the 2015 Gonzofest Literary Award for Poetry. by David Pratt -1- Got them nowhere going, nothing showing, no use crying, even trying, dogsick endtime blues… Listen. I’m out here on the edge wondering what the? fuck to do with myself. Darting out from under the mainstream’s crush, Slipsliding […]
Quietly Hanging
“Quietly Hanging” Quietly hanging in the back of the shed, was a rope with 13 knots, he had crafted for his head. An old red shed, covered in tarps, with boards for walls and dented paint cans for art. Clothed in snails and webs, scorpions and death, there hung […]