Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Sometimes A Bit Envious Of Softer Voices

 

                                                      I don't know, man.
                                                      The odds are twenty five thousand to one.
                                                      Helicopters above the house now.....
                                                      thuck, thuck, thuck, thuck, thuck, thuck...
                                                      You crazy fuck.
                                                      Stop talking so loud.
                                                      And you from the north,
                                                      not one of those southern drama queens.
                                                      Have to make a run for it.
                                                      Drop and roll.
                                                      I don't read the tabloids.
                                                      I am far too sophisticated.
 
 
                                                      --Colin James

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Editor's Piece/Peace

A print edition's coming. Super DIY. Dotting the i's, seeking printers, etc. Will TRY to add a link if anyone wants a copy (price will be free- you'll just pay shipping). Previously published poets included in the print edition will soon be informed, and sent a copy for free (I'll pay shipping). Submission guidelines soon to be updated also.

Oh, and we gotta FB page now ------>


Keep it visceral,

Taylor


With Shark


eyes, the idea of ancient becomes black
beacons, time-travelled testimonials to consumptive
power. Terminology amalgamized: good
evil. Necessitative
hunger. Living
carnality. Thrashing
instincts: feed, fuck. Survive,
the path in which we quake.


--A.J. Huffman