Submitted Poetry
My tattoos Are not an invitation A provocation Nor an indication That I want your opinion That I give my opinion Or that I give a fuck My tattoos Are not begging for a chance To explain what they are Or why I got them For the umpteenth […]
by Lorri Primavera 1.The View The flight was short here to there in a flash BUT The window shade was down I wanted to see the clouds I wanted to see the land I wanted to see-see-see from the sky! But the girl kept the window shade down […]
All Strange Sorrow before the astral soul. . “Live Once, Die a Thousand Times,” I’d carried sweat palms + baggaged flash drives flammable liquors 3 overheated laptops w/ expired cables that couldnt be bought on ebay through a jungle of hipsters and yippies through lobotomizers corridors and laughing court […]
It’s funny This month is supposed to be National Poetry Month And I’ve yet to write a poem Now six days in You would think There’d be something in the air Causing my poet senses to tingle And the words to appear But there isn’t And if I start […]
The American Dream is dead! Outlaw Kentucky Poet, Ron Whitehead and Frogg Corpse have combined fire and brimstone in a post-apocalyptic world minus zombies in their newest video, aptly titled The End of the World. It’s steampunk preaching at its finest, and the video hints to all life as we […]
by Clay Hamilton You are a child of the times! blaze of hope, deluge of spite dreaming up forests of pine dusting the planet, destroying divide. But people hide so deep inside their bodies curl around their lies, bent over like a snowy branch. You pierced me with a […]
first deployment “Hajji Land” buddy’s femur jutting out his camo roaring at the sky disembodied hands stiff & defiant like upturned, peach-colored crabs is it mercy they didn’t make me bullet-check that pile of huddling torsos? dreams are merciful licking up her skinned knees giggles & sandy shoulders him […]
Art by Unitas Smugglers, beatniks, scuzballs, dopers, tree huggers, and bikers all wood for his fire. He penned incendiary pieces on politics and saw most as quacks and fakes, out for a hustle, a Washington power game Rude, lewd, he fluted his own tune banged the bong, a […]
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