The Ugly American & 2 other new poems by Alan Catlin

The Ugly American The story of his life was a rhapsody upon a theme of a steel edged blade. All the beds he slept in were active crime scenes with all kinds of forensic evidence. When he said phrases like: Continue reading The Ugly American & 2 other new poems by Alan Catlin

That’s How it Is by Jared Smith

I am very excited to report that my 14th volume of poetry has just been released.  14 volumes is a long road to travel…my first book came out back in 1976.  But this one is, of course, a major event.  Continue reading That’s How it Is by Jared Smith

From a night of Chicago blues by Jeffrey Winke

From a night of Chicago blues black brim tilted downtown blues he growls in G malice in the air he rides the bass line then cuts through it Jeffrey Winke lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin in a warehouse loft with an Continue reading From a night of Chicago blues by Jeffrey Winke

The Scab of My Consciousness & Two other new poems by Henry Bladon

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 by Jeffrey Winke

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 & Two other new poems by Heath Brougher

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 & Two other new poems by William Patterson

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 by Paul Fericano

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 by Rayfield A. Waller

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