Michele McDannold
Author's posts
Apr 29
THE POLISH HAMMER POETRY CORNER: The Unpredictability of Fate by Karl Koweski
The Unpredictability of Fate Or An Open Letter to Billy Zane A wiser man than I once said that fate was a monkey. I’m inclined to agree. I read a news article the other day about a local man who died of a hatchet chop to the throat last week while on “a journey …
Apr 28
Abilities by Ken Poyner
Abilities His wife thinks he goes wandering in the park to watch the girls walk their dogs. She imagines him redreaming the unbreakable legs, the jangling breasts that look forward and not down, hips that have remained mindful of use, eyes that have not seen disillusion; their sway and tramp as they manage to keep …
Apr 28
Cannons by John Brantingham
Cannons In the winter, the bathhouse and beach are closed and no one bothers to rake up the leaves blowing across the parking lot, and the only person here is you, thinking about the 4th of July when this place was full and the 4ths when you were a kid and your family would always …
Apr 27
Inspiration by Alan Swyer
Inspiration Larry Marks was not overly troubled when he realized he’d gone three days without anything resembling an inspiration. Nor did he fret when his once-in-a-blue-moon dry period stretched to a week, then to two. Only when the feeling of emptiness persisted after a full month did he grow concerned. Though others thought of …
Apr 26
Protons and Neurons by R. Gerry Fabian
Protons and Neurons Despite the many warnings, I continue to date the woman with a gold tooth. I like that she’s not overly overtly affectionate. She has a Jewish sense of humor which always draws me in. The gypsy flair with scented scarves and swishy skirts, intoxicates flirtatiously. Her eclectic palette takes us to diverse …
Apr 26
A Dream of Joe Peschi and Kenny Eto by Zak Mucha
A Dream of Joe Peschi and Kenny Eto A bullet handloaded with old gunpowder zipped around Kenny Eto’s head between skin and skull like a tiny Matchbox Trans-am. He walked from the ER with two band-aids, front and back, then testified just like they thought he would even though he wasn’t going to at first. …
Apr 25
3 poems by Alan Catlin
getting lucky they were a tag team mother & daughter lounge act cruising out of town low life’s conventioneers sad sack losers & their friends hoping to hook up for the night wedding rings safely tucked inside electric shaving kits they thought Once inside the motel room getting lucky would mean fortunate to leave town …
Apr 24
3 poems by James Babbs
Bigfoot She was enjoying the cheap red wine While I was drinking bottled beer Because I liked beer in bottles better than cans –When I die- I asked her –Will you come to my funeral— She glanced at me over the top of her glass –What the hell kind of question is that— –What— I …
Apr 23
Chaos Theory Explained by Danny Shot
Chaos Theory Explained Confession, I can’t explain it. They’re hitting us with a water hose of shit. And no raincoat (no matter how expensive) is going to keep us dry. I already said they, a word I try not to use. You may wonder who I mean by they. …
Apr 22
THE POLISH HAMMER POETRY CORNER: Pierogi Queens and The Polish Precision Lawn Mower Team by Karl Koweski
Pierogi Queens and The Polish Precision Lawn Mower Team It was so fucking hot, Chicago melted. Lake Michigan evaporated leaving behind three startled carp and a land-locked yachtsman, half-crazed from the heat. Fifteen miles to the southeast, the annual Pierogi Fest was gearing up in defiance of the sweltering sun suspended ten feet above …
