Everyone is… by D.A. Pratt

Everyone is … afraid of his ignorance and his ignorance is no laughing matter … it isn’t “black humour” since “black humour” serves a better purpose … but everyone really wants to laugh loudly — his ignorance will be legendary Continue reading Everyone is… by D.A. Pratt

Folded Paper by Jake St. John

Folded Paper for Tom Weigel & Bambino Spinelli Two Italians exchanging money “This ain’t no drug deal” This is different There’s more to it than that The lamb is not over cooked But we might be Turn us over And Continue reading Folded Paper by Jake St. John

Mopeds of The Ocean Haiku / Hungover Haiku / Memories Harvested and Blended like tubs of Gazpacho by Gwil James Thomas

Mopeds of The Ocean Haiku Bodyboards you are the mopeds of the ocean – small, stupid and fun. Hungover Haiku Welcomed morning rain keep me inside, cleanse my mind like the verdant grass. Memories Harvested and Blended like tubs of Continue reading Mopeds of The Ocean Haiku / Hungover Haiku / Memories Harvested and Blended like tubs of Gazpacho by Gwil James Thomas

A View From The Wasteland by John Patrick Robbins

A View From The Wasteland After it all goes to shit I will still be around. Poets are like survivalist we existed off nothing to begin with. Then after the world goes to hell and it all resembles some odd Continue reading A View From The Wasteland by John Patrick Robbins

What Is Holy by Grant Guy

What Is Holy With the huge Christian cult In America everything is blessed Indianapolis 500 football presidents and fried chicken and becomes holy When Jack Kerouac asked is baseball holy is a cockroach holy Is a 54 million dollar private Continue reading What Is Holy by Grant Guy

There Is No Way We Are Going To Get Out of This Alive by Grant Guy

There Is No Way We Are Going To Get Out of This Alive Some men die from prostrate cancer But all men die with prostrate cancer There is no way we are going to get out of this alive boys Continue reading There Is No Way We Are Going To Get Out of This Alive by Grant Guy

Wayne Brown by Grant Guy

Wayne Brown Wayne Brown at 78 years old was charged More often than any other man his age For drunk and disorderly behaviour He was always tough hard Nails wilted in his was presence Rodeo broncos and bulls on the Continue reading Wayne Brown by Grant Guy

Invasions by Pris Campbell

Invasions Pearl long-legs her way into her teens in her la de da, Jesus Saves, southern hometown. She doesn’t fit into the who said what or who got drunk world of her classmates, reads Sartre in her spare time. She Continue reading Invasions by Pris Campbell

Four poems by Sanjeev Sethi

Swap The stanchless flow of feeling whipped by your side has me deliberating on your dominion of my dealings. I no longer fleer at weaknesses in vaunt. Grooves of genuineness move in slow mo. Wisenheimers pace differently. In fullness of Continue reading Four poems by Sanjeev Sethi