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Sunday, September 28, 2014

Bobby's Mother

      ©Scott Tammaro 2014



Scott Tammaro is 52 years old & still breathing. In between breaths he's been known to make lots of art (photos, collages, writings) that no one has really seen much of. He's mostly self-taught but did earn his BFA in Fine Arts from Youngstown State University in 2009. He's the official flaneur/jester/skypilot @ The Universe, & a right time fool zen moment lunatic and (often) an undependable clod rushing around on adrenaline running around in circles wondering if LOVE & KINDNESS is going to save the world or not. He loves candy & talks too much.


Thursday, September 25, 2014

PROPERTY

      © Marko Davidović

1. 
In the light
I keep thinking about the way
you keep your thumb hooked in
the belt loop of my jeans, like you have me on
a leash, like you own me. I’m not sure I don’t like it.

2. 
In the dark
I lie on top, your skin grazes mine. I breathe
your scent, burrow in your flesh, forehead
flush against your belly, eager
mouth fellating your cock. So this is love!

3.  
In the even darker
Go ahead. Push me
down. Pin my wrists. Wedge your knees between my
thighs; pry me open. You know
you want to explore my corridor, my
antechamber, my presidential suite. There’s a basket
of fruit on my D-cup titties, Veuve Clicquot in my ‘fridge.

4. 
In the winter
You like fucking on top of the sheets, heater off,
windows open to remind us we’re still breathing. I
can see your breath, its smoke - and mirrors.

 5. 
In the cut
I keep thinking about the way
you keep me under your thumb.
“Yes,” you say. “This is love.”
And I’m not sure I don’t like it.

-by Alexis Rhone Fancher



Alexis Rhone Fancher’s work can (or soon will) be found in Rattle, The MacGuffin, Fjords Review, The Chiron Review, Good Men Project, Bloom Literary Journal, Poeticdiversity, Little Raven, This Is Poetry: Women of the Small Presses, Slipstream, The Mas Tequila Review, Broadzine!, H_NGM_N and elsewhere. She has been published in over twenty anthologies and chapbooks, both in the U.S. and abroad. She is the author of, “How I Lost My Virginity To Michael Cohen and Other Heart Stab Poems,” (Sybaritic Press, 2014.) Since 2013 Alexis has been nominated for two Pushcart Prizes and a Best of the Net award. She is poetry editor of Cultural Weekly. She and her husband, live and collaborate in a loft/studio space in downtown Los Angeles. They have a spectacular view.

Painting Courtesy: Marko Davidović

Marko Davidović was born in belgrade, 1981, finished Faculty of Applied Arts in Belgrade, 2005, in Graphic Design. Had 4 solo exhibitions and several group ones with some awards for graphic, graphic design, painting, drawing, own made font and calligraphy.



Sunday, September 21, 2014

Dreaming the death of a pervert

                   © Simón Vázquez           


death was in the
men’s room reading

as i dreamt of
my dead self lying

on the cold white
porcelain floor

as the water runs
from the open faucet

my faded khaki pants
down below my knees

and cum all over the
pearly white bowl

and the employees
rush on to see

leaving their tables
flooded with phone calls

with the receptionist
almost fainting

our janitor screaming
" dead " in bangla

the bosses sneezing
glued on sales figures

together with the others
I will look at myself

laughing and say,
" what a way to go ! "

then i’ll wash and dry my
hands and drink some water

and walk back to my table
and continue threading

between hard life, sudden
death and lucid dreams

and make damn sure of
feeding the green machine.

-by Anggo Genorga


Anggo Genorga  was born and raised in the Philippines and i'm currently juggling numbers and sales figures on a telemarketing gig here in Dubai. He has a chap cookin' with Catfish McDaris & some of his poems were featured in Boston Poetry Magazine, Empty Mirrors, Mad Swirl, Piggpenn, Silver Birch Press and the recently released poetry book for benefit Verses Typhoon Yolanda : A Storm Of Filipino Poets from Meritage Press.

Painting Courtesy: "Muy Fun" by Simón Vázquez  

Simón Vázquez (Barcelona, 1979) started in the field of animation and studied at the School 9zero. But soon he turned to Arts, and  studied at Barcelona Llotja. After engaging in illustration, he led himself to painting and sculpture, and  he has been doing  exhibitions  for years  at the galleries of Spain and abroad.




Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Iron Jaw

      © Debdatta 'Riju' Mukherjee


he wants to spit the gum out
but I won’t let him
he’s been chewing the same piece 
for forty five minutes
but I don’t care

when he can chew it two hours
consistently I’ll let him
spit it out and put
the masticated wad
back in the freezer
until tomorrow
then he will chew on it
another two hours

there will come a time
my son will have
a jaw of iron
no punch will dissuade him
no blow render him
unconscious

he will be tough
the way I became tough
and he will thank me
eventually

-by Karl Koweski


Karl Koweski remains an enemy of the Amish, having launched peanut brittle boycotts in 12 Mennonite communties.  His poems and stories can be found here and there.  His collection of short stories Blood and Greasepaint remains available and his latest Kockblockers will be out in November.


Photo Courtesy: Debdatta 'Riju' Mukherjee

Debdatta 'Riju' Mukherjee lives in Kolkata and barely survives his insufferable job as an IT professional through poetry, photography and whiskey.





Sunday, September 14, 2014

Tuk Tuk

       © Debdatta 'Riju' Mukherjee

It is
annoyingly gratifying
that
auto rides
can be
intensely erotic.
She is big,
her thighs sit
firmly against yours,
your shoulders rub
with hers,
elbow lurks
near her breasts
you wonder
if she likes
it;
to be locked
in flesh
knee to shoulder,
close
in sharp turns,
grateful for
the centri-whatever
force
which gives me more of you.
Your hair flies into
my face
Smells of shampoo
We breathe in
the same
dust and smoke,
our arms exchange
sweat
and
i hope
to make small talk.
Wish that
you wouldn't take
time,
to undress
after a drink or two
maybe talk about
a book or two
and leave me
alone
post fuck.
and then
we screech to a halt.
she pays for the ride.
her lover,
waits by the sidewalk
his t-shirt says:
"pizzatarian"

-by Debdatta 'Riju' Mukherjee


Debdatta 'Riju' Mukherjee lives in Kolkata and barely survives his insufferable job as an IT professional through poetry, photography and whiskey.

Photo Courtesy: Debdatta 'Riju' Mukherjee



Thursday, September 11, 2014

Truth, Dare or Drink

                     © Jocelyne Desforges


truth was my go-to choice;
but I got into the Cuervo
and began selecting dares:
running through dorm halls
in just my underwear,
licking raspberry jelly
off of a girl's nipples,
making out with every
other player, among
many others.

the tequila was gone and
so were our minds;
I woke up the next morning
in a bed full of naked
people I didn't know:  a
girl with two cocoa nipples
peeking out from
a hot pink tube top
rested her hand across my
bare crotch, a brassiere
fashioned to my head
like a pair of goggles

a twisted assortment of
smiling vaginas and
bare bottom crack
cheeks gazed back
at me; a flaccid
uncircumcised penis
winked from above and
said "good morning"
to me in a chipmunk
voice, a vicious and
maddening hangover
brewing.

we never played that
game again.

-by Kevin Ridgeway



Kevin Ridgeway is from Southern California, where he resides with his girlfriend and their one-eyed cat.  Recent work can be found or is forthcoming in Chiron Review, Re)verb, Kleft Jaw, Mojave River Review, Illya's Honey and East Jasmine Review, among many others.  His latest chapbook of poetry, All the Rage, is now available from Electric Windmill Press.

Painting Courtesy: "Jam" by Jocelyne Desforges

Jocelyne Desforges lives in Montreal, BA in Creation from UQAM, studied at The Institute of Applied Arts of Mtl and at the Fine Arts School of Montreal. Studied painting, silkscreening, ceramics and photography.






Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Jimmers



                        © Marko Davidović


weighed 90 pounds soaking wet
wearing hawaiian shirts
open chested
in the middle of february
eating cold cans of clam chowder
as he marched down the hall
like paul bunyan’s skeleton
after dinner
                          with the donner party

a conquering warlord
he sold smack and dime bags
on credit to hustlers, poets
& wayward ballerinas

when he wasn’t climbing
the walls
like spiderman
to avoid imaginary police raids

or working part time
in his father’s butcher shop
to appear respectable

or telling stories
about his time in prison
while playing an acoustic guitar
with no strings

or having sex
loud enough to wake the dead
and give them a little something
to help them make it
through the night.

-by John Dorsey



John Dorsey is the author of several collections of poetry, including “Teaching the Dead to Sing: The Outlaw’s Prayer” (Rose of Sharon Press, 2006), “Sodomy is a City in New Jersey” (American Mettle Books, 2010), “Tombstone Factory” (Epic Rites Press, 2013), and most recently, “Natural Selection: Early Poems” (Kilmog Press, 2014). His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. He may be reached at archerevans@yahoo.com.


Painting Courtesy: Marko Davidović



Marko Davidović was born in belgrade, 1981, finished Faculty of Applied Arts in Belgrade, 2005, in Graphic Design. Had 4 solo exhibitions and several group ones with some awards for graphic, graphic design, painting, drawing, own made font and calligraphy.





Monday, September 8, 2014

The Helmet

      © Silpinwita Das

He didn’t take off his helmet
when he parked his scooter and
entered into the bookshop, where both heavy and light weight
books were displayed in the showcase.
He’s got the wisdom, I thought, a BOOKSHOP is the most
injury prone area in the city where you must
wear a helmet to save your day.

-by Nilimesh Dutta



Nilimesh Dutta lives in Kolkata. He writes very seldom, and writes in Bengali alternative little magazines.

Painting Courtesy: Silpinwita Das

Silpinwita  Das lives in Kolkata and did her Master’s from Kalabhavana, Santiniketan in Graphic art. She is currently involved in an Indian traditional textile art with natural dye called Kalamkari. She can be reached at silpinwita@gmail.com.





Saturday, September 6, 2014

Daily grind

                                 © Marko Davidović

you want to throw something at the sun
for being so punctual
here you are, rumpled on the bed
awake again and still alone
dreams tumbled back
under the blankets where your hand
rests on your sex, bored with the thought
of even trying for a feeling

being alive
makes you sick today
and you want to call a stranger
masturbate while talking to him
about weather or the price of fuel
but the battery in your phone
has been dead for days, the cats
need feeding and you haven’t shaved your legs
for so long it’s going to take hours
or a wax job you can’t afford

thought of shopping in the Mall
makes you pull the blankets up
turn over
and slink back to sleep

-by Mercedes Webb-Pullman





Mercedes Webb-Pullman graduated from IIML Victoria University Wellington New Zealand with her MA in Creative Writing 2011. Her work appears online and in print (Danse Macabre, Turbine, 4th Floor, Swamp, Reconfigurations, The Electronic Bridge, poetryrepairs, Connotations Press, The Red Room, many anthologies, and her books  Ono, Looking for Kerouac, After the Danse, Numeralla Dreaming, Food 4 Thought, Tasseography and Bravo Charlie Foxtrot) She lives on the Kapiti Coast, New Zealand.

Painting Courtesy: Marko Davidović


Marko Davidović was born in belgrade, 1981, finished Faculty of Applied Arts in Belgrade, 2005, in Graphic Design. Had 4 solo exhibitions and several group ones with some awards for graphic, graphic design, painting, drawing, own made font and calligraphy.






Thursday, September 4, 2014

Topstoned

       © Debdatta 'Riju' Mukherjee

The black sea reflected night lightning
at the edges of the island.
A red horse swung upside down by legs
from sky gallows
as the crescent moon topstoned
a pyramid with Mars and Saturn.
Swimming in the dark I lost myself
in the salt waves
free to be nothing but the stillness drift
like a mothering mercy love.

-by John Swain



John Swain lives in Louisville, Kentucky, USA. Red Paint Hill published his first collection, Ring the Sycamore Sky.

Photo Courtesy: Debdatta 'Riju' Mukherjee


Debdatta 'Riju' Mukherjee lives in Kolkata and barely survives his insufferable job as an IT professional through poetry, photography and whiskey.




When I was a tree

       © Debdatta 'Riju' Mukherjee

an intellectual goose bit me on the nut
as I was trying to be a tree
trying to practice silence
I wish I had legs to run
like all those trees who are running away
from this city.

-by Subhankar Das


Subhankar das is a poet, bookstore owner, and publisher of Bangla experimental materials. He produced six short films that have been honored at international film festivals, and has translated the works of Allen Ginsberg and Charles Bukowski in Bengali.

Photo courtesy: Debdatta 'Riju' Mukherjee

Debdatta 'Riju' Mukherjee lives in Kolkata and barely survives his insufferable job as an IT professional through poetry, photography and whiskey.




Wednesday, September 3, 2014

My Penis Has No Brain




Gazing into her hazel eyes where
the golden honey flecks swam, I
thought something has to give

With strong suspicions of having
a male clitoris between my ears
that controlled my lusty erections

I'd always walked on the dark path,
following the wind, listening to the
trees, watching the white crosses on
the hill and funerals in the spring

Laying my cards on the table for all
the pretty ladies, popping cherry gum,
turquoise roaches, killing with kindness

Iridescent flies on a bloated corpse, fat
monkeys, beavers in a woodpile, saber
tooth tigers, Eskimo snow ninjas

Just leave the porch lights on, front and
back, if you're lucky I'll stumble into 
neighborhood like Romeo on Viagra.

-by Catfish McDaris


Catfish McDaris has been active in the small press wold for 25 years. He lives in a cave at a nudist colony. His biggest seller is Prying: with Jack Micheline & Charles Bukowski. He has only 7 toes. 

Photo Courtesy: Janne Karlsson

Janne  Karlsson (1973) is a highly productive artist from Sweden. Over the years his dark and surreal work has tainted hundreds of publications. Janne's newest book The Human Unkind is available through Epic Rites Press. Janne's website is here: www.svenskapache.se