Mar 22
ANOTHER FUCKING POEM I picked up the zine and was exhausted by the poetry so I skipped over it another fucking poem I thought my mind was too out of breath to read any poetry no wonder it takes so long to hear back from editors Dan Flore III’s writings have appeared in many publications. …
Mar 21
People You See At Funerals The thing no One prepares you For Is the loneliness Of adulthood, As friends scatter Like ashes in The wind, Meeting once every Year or so At wakes or Weddings, And that friendship Sits on a shelf In the back Of a closet Like your best Funeral/wedding suit, A little …
Mar 20
Put Your Lights On when you need me, her main man had said, a hot spot burned into her bed where they had lain, covers pulled back, just the two of them spent & lazy, all their dead banished to the desert, even after moon rise, even after their shadows could be seen as desolation …
Mar 19
Eat the Rich My mother always said “He thinks his shit doesn’t stink” and I thought about her words dozens of times, wondering if a posh guy stood above his toilet, smiling with satisfaction as he thought, “Why, my shit has no stench at all. In fact, it smells intoxicating.” Perhaps he lingered for a …
Mar 19
Rabbit Season Rabbits scamper across gravel and grass, dodging beneath expensive SUVs, hoping not to get hit, and flattened out on asphalt roads like hairy pancakes sizzling in 90° F heat— rabbit after rabbit appearing (then disappearing) to the invisible chorus of raucous birds. “They all look the same,” the birds squawk (like …
Mar 18
A Tale of Two Idiots, My Ten-Year Friendship with Brian Fugett Before Zygote In My Coffee, there was Babel. Babel was a monthly online literary journal edited by Victor Thorn. Victor Thorn you may not remember was a bit of a wild man, himself, a man who never met a conspiracy theory he couldn’t connect back …
Mar 17
CHET BAKER’S EMBOUCHURE No longer able to hit notes without a set of natural teeth— but he kept at it, didn’t let it silence the golden sound within him, and, in spite of his demons, he learned how to play again. Music elevated him above a self-imposed gutter, who left wrinkled valleys across his dented …
Mar 17
Valentine’s Day 2024 The only company I had on Valentine’s Day was a pack of cigarette with a dead baby on it. The lifeless body lies still, a blotch of blood, brown, and beige, with black boxes on its dead eyes and unformed genitals, and big bold letters above its dead, bulbous baby head. As …
Mar 16
keeping the peace i’m doing my laundry listening to mp3 music through my earphones as i try to lessen the dull pain of wasting 90 minutes of my life i’ll never get back i notice a middle aged black couple nearby doing the dance couples do when they fold the sheets always a sexy combo …
Mar 15
Motor Oil Through the Lemonade There is motor oil through the lemonade, razor invasion piranhas enter my field of vision, the floodlight metropolis and payola queens atop the charts – Francis Bacon spectres streaking down a treacherous canvas, that red-eyed seagull flock of swarm. Two rings of twine for a tail-eaten snake. There are craters …
