Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
A CALL FOR ARMS we must be brave too much, the raven cries outside bedspread over my head I tremble unseen when the wind rises he warms my hands against his chest I beg him to stay through the night, Continue reading A Call for Arms by Pris Campbell→
NAMELESS find a place where war never was make a home without roof, or walls where everyone visits, and no one leaves where hate forgot where love reigns GYPSOPHILA ELEGANS our darkest dystopian fiction pales in comparison to this pseudosociety Continue reading Nameless & two other new poems by Justin Rogers→
$10 | Six envelopes each containing at least 20 little books sent bi-monthly I’ve been thinking about doing “subscriptions” to Poems-For-All for a long time as a way to get more of the little books out to folks interested Continue reading Poems for all / how to subscribe→
America America ‘s just another company to trumpenstien– no concept of service just plunder & scorch the Earth & Every One in Continue reading America by Dave Roskos→
David Roskos is a people’s publisher, he’s from the old school where you still use a printer and old-fashioned ink, and staples, and wrinkled poems that come in via the mail, and the poems in BIG HAMMER reflect a vision Continue reading 3 corono / virus collages by Dave Roskos→
Pick em up! Pick em up! …………grab his legs! …..C’mon! …………gimmie a hand! he’s heavy! …full of shit! …..pick em up …….put his feet ……….in the fire! oh no! …he exploded! ……now we’re all ……covered in shit! Dave Roskos / Continue reading Pick em up! & tilt-awhirl-tyranny-twirl by Dave Roskos→
Poets & Painters/ Reflections: July 29 People love painters; They love Renoir and Monet. They love Jackson Pollak and Henri Matisse. Painters get a pass that poets don’t. You can hang a painting on a wall – but poems are Continue reading Poets & Painters/ Reflections: July 29 by William Patterson→
Prelude in E-Minor or Milner Place Hoists Sail We cannot go with you this time All-consuming night has swallowed the moon So tide and wave retire as the piano chimes with regret in the reed beds and mealie fields where Continue reading Prelude in E-Minor or Milner Place Hoists Sail by Mark Murphy→
last chance motel a run-down motel clings to the shoulders of a narrow highway a blinking neon sign shoots holes through the middle of a mississippi night— enfolded in the semi-darkness of a lamp-lit room an old man from an Continue reading The last chance motel & virus box by DB Cox→
The Earth is a Woman Clearly, as muses of the past have told the tale, nature draws a man into her fold. No room for doubt to cloud the mind. Deep greens of summer leaves on the maples fade gently Continue reading The Earth is a Woman by Tom Conlan→