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Poetic Zoetic Rebel Verse
Note from the Managing Editor: as the snow falls or the sand flies, chase this grey goose of a consumer holiday with a short collection of poems by critically acclaimed Gonzo Today staff writer, Saira Viola. Read them yourselves or let Saira’s soothing tones help your head to not explode. […]
Mudita
From the Lion of Verse, Heathcote Williams … Heathcote Williams’ new book: Royal Babylon A Case Against the Monarchy
A Collection of Cackles
by Ashley Beth We are a collection of cackles Bearing scars of spirit on our backs From the time the Shaman had the Devil whip us Right around the time our happiness Cracked Each and every one of us Bear this same scar marking It unites us in our […]
Complex Partial: A Poem About Seizures
by Bradley James Weber “There it is again,” he says The aura The slight dizziness and the déjà vu another memory of things that never happened
Night Walk
by Cody S. Decker I love the feel of an empty sidewalk Beneath my shoes Laid out in front of me while Walking down my street When everyone else Is behind closed doors That won’t open til tomorrow With my hands in my pockets And the night nipping at my […]
The Prime Minister and his Progeny, ISIS
by Heathcote Williams The Parisian atrocities were born in Libya Where Cameron, Sarkozy, and Obama Murdered twelve thousand Libyans between sips Of Downing Street and Oval Office coffee. The mastermind of the Paris massacres Was Abdelhamid Abaaoud A member of Katibat al-Battar al-Libi – As ISIS’s Libyan brigade is called. […]
The Crows at the Door in the Hole
by Ashley Beth Pinzel art by Joey Feldman The crows love the dusk The crows love the dawn They caw in murders They caw in sevens Only During in between times At other times they might murder And at other times they might crow But never […]
Soured Passages
By Lori Primavera 1. Soured Passages Today that train was not welcome visitor The whistle was a harsh bitter blow to my sensitive ears -not the magical sound it used to be That train carrying images of sunny new places, other lives and future smiles that sound wooing me with […]
Poetry by David Rat
if i could have smoked in prison i’d still be there… i walked out front and lit up furiously… the fag tasted like dizzy champagne… black pink poison gray wisps of frozen breath….
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