Sep 30
Thoughts on Prayers Milt, my eighty-year-old live-in father-in-law snoozes on his catnapper Laz-E-Boy. A half-gnawed Slim Jim droops from his clenched fist. His chin rests against his sternum. During fits of wakefulness, he boasts that he’s managed to hold on to his hair. You can almost see it in the afternoon light streaming through …
Sep 29
Basic Bitch Economy Actually no you’re wrong about that you’re wrong about most things so sit your ass down in the hot seat and I’ll tell you why. My pussy ain’t none of your business and instant pussy is an inside joke but nobody lately is laughing. I can sell my pussy on Rodeo Drive, …
Sep 28
[a measure of anarchy] earthly and cumbersome we slowly learn the lay of the land wary of words so seldom spoken in truth if we realized this we might hold our tongue until a more advanced age becoming all the wiser without playing their game we can still choose not to fall into place, into …
Sep 27
Terror Terror is waking up abruptly in a barroom eye to eye with a man you don’t remember ever having seen before breathing words like fire down your throat in the awful silence of a dream not a dream Alan Catlin worked for the better part of 34 years in his unchosen profession as a …
Sep 26
Cityquake I run and the streets split under my feet like paper in a careless hand. Neon scratches my eyes and I laugh because someone has to and it might as well be me. Walls lean in but I lean back harder leaving marks like signatures no one asked for. The city hums, traffic blares, …
Sep 25
One Cowgirl, Two Cowboys The village of Peterpan, OH seemed to nearly buzz with activity. It was the first Friday of the month, the biggest day of the month for this small town. On first Friday evenings, unless it fell on a holiday, the village held a dance party and everyone that was anyone in …
Sep 24
Wayne Mason/The Death Factory/LJMcD Communications Wayne Mason and I have been Florida born Poets and have known each other for over 20 years. We both know what it takes to be Florida Poets and we’ve always had a healthy respect for each other. I felt Wayne’s last chapbook was some of the best Poetry I’ve …
Sep 23
In The Kingdom of the Blind, The One-Eyed Man Has To See Some Pretty Stupid Fucking Shit I hadn’t been awake for more than five minutes. I’m trying to pour coffee into my Kill Bill coffee mug (a mug some folks would describe as vintage which blows my mind because, goddammit, I …
Sep 22
Super Cherry Extra This is what I have this super sexy old school gas station in the desert coldest Coca-Cola hottest hot dogs for six hundred miles in any direction usual suspects on the jukebox humming near the girlie mag section the neon is cherry and there are no bugs no snakes no puddles of …
Sep 21
Lines I struggle with the worthiness of visibility, a lifetime spent hiding from my own shadow, from the voices that only wanted to see me, not hear me. I lived under an umbrella, the rain on the inside– always a cloudy day always a chance of rain, though I remembered the idea of sunshine. I’m …
