Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
MAD MIX One day, on my Highway to Nowhere, I faced a wall. A bo(a)rder thick and tall. A Scary Monster ordered me to register. He added: “you, Inner Creep, follow the line up North! Drive fearless and mind the Continue reading Mad Mix by Emmanuelle Rabu→
The Scab of My Consciousness Picking the scab of my consciousness releases radioactive plasma and causes neo-surrealist visions of pugilist figures and tribal images to scatter among the urban lexicon As I listen carefully to the alcoholic nun, malevolent science Continue reading The Scab of My Consciousness & Two other new poems by Henry Bladon→
blue neon blue neon the player walks the beat right off his bass powwowing from their shadows they seek a jazz savior his thought nestles under her breast shelf closing time’s last call Jeffrey Winke lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin in Continue reading Blue Neon by Jeffrey Winke→
Halves Celebrate monsters with allmate pardon——-— pardons (part-I-tion-ing) the Geek and the [E] Stonemen wobble into a friendship!!:, [———-DO NOT ADD TO POEM!———–]- Itimerary———–(?) Prepackaged Food Discourse Itinerary—––——(?) Prepancaked for This Course he’s all cakeglad, laying on timeline eating food Continue reading Halves & Two other new poems by Heath Brougher→
Old soul I once read about a doctor, who said the human soul, weighs 21 grams … and smells like old vegetables. “Bat-shit quack” I thought at the time. Who weighs a soul? But today, I think the Doc is Continue reading Old Soul & Two other new poems by William Patterson→
Humphrey Bogart tries to register at Trump University classses? we ain’t got no classes we don’t need no classes we don’t have to show you any stinking classes Taken from Things That Go Trump in the Night / Poems of Continue reading Humphrey Bogart tries to register at Trump University by Paul Fericano→
Baba Yega Says All of you ‘longside the Bosporus, you should learn my proper name. Forget what your old Nana told you. I am not a woman. Slovaks, Russkis and Serbs, you Czechs and Bosnians, you Turks you’re mistaken about Continue reading Baba Yega Says by Rayfield A. Waller→
Here’s your invite for the 8th issue of the Lummox Poetry Anthology and the Angela Consolo Mankiewicz Poetry Contest. But LISTEN UP there have been some changes … Reading cycle begins APRIL 1ST but it ENDS on APRIL 30, that’s right, you get ONE MONTH to Continue reading Lummox Poetry Anthology & the Angela Consolo Mankiewicz Poetry Contest→
The Black Dog For Kassema It is said that it means many things, this hungry, wild black dog does. It’s said that he is the black dog of fear bristling, rabid, cruel this canine yet you ride him you make Continue reading The Black Dog by Rayfield A. Waller→
This book is available by clicking here… or just hit the cover or the back! Iniquity Press/Vendetta Books / Michael Pingarron was active on the NJ poetry scene from the 1980s until his death in 2006. “Michael was the epitome Continue reading The Surrealist Explains His Smile by Michael Pingarron→