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THE FEAST OF IMMORTALS The banquet begins. The first servingOn the menu is thePoor the taste of theirDevastation & suffering Exquisite An appetizerBaked by the scumlordsThe landlords who keepRaising their rents forcingThe hardworking & the onceMiddle class to their knees Delicious The profitThe disease &The dance of joyAnd of knowing thatThey are never going toBe […]
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by PW Covington He scribed all his needs onto parchmentAll his fears and dreams and fantasiesSealed behind repurposed glass and cast upon the tideDistillery green and corked The years, for all their barnaclesAnd Sargasso grass and oil slicks,Never expected, never over-duePregnant, dead, and living all the same Sunbeat in the doldrumsForgotten like that physicist’s catDistillery […]
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by Marty Shambles when your wine comes outof a bagit has no time to breathe.its notes are stuck in thepackaging, like trappedbirds that sing intobreathless plastic.i swirl the winein the glassto decant its essence.it comes to life,gasping.
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by Marty Shambles i don’t watch the newsbecause i already knowwhat’s happening. gaza is being bombed all tohell and the media isrunning cover for it. this is not my thingto write about. it doesn’tbelong in the belly of a poet, amid the coffeeand loathing. it belongsin museums of atrocities after justice for palestine.what have i […]
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by Robert Dean being alone as Burl Ive’s vocally tap dances his way through the standard that we endlessly hear every Yule tide season. Bows sit on packages under trees and there are cups filled with warm hooch while elves dance on the television like a cultural salve for our collective holiday sins. We’re all […]
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by Nick Gaudio 1. The boy is woken in the night. A small buck has broken in the house.The deer nuzzles the boy while he lies still in his bed like a mannequin.The deer snorts. The boy develops epilepsy, a transparent love for Disney. 2. A father and his son plod over tracks in the […]
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By Marty Shambles in my dreams i’m still injfk airport, waiting in long linesand being yelled at by littlenapoleonic fucks who let theslightest bit of power overtaketheir humanity. in the endi am not the king of anything.i am another schmuck with a fever,breathing my unwashed breath intomy mask, with hungry eyes and aheart with a […]
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There’s always one pretty girl at the grocery store that makes me hope some rich guy comes along takes her away somewhere that makes her eyes go wide and no one is yelling for help that ain’t coming. by Jonathan S Baker
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the kid behind the counter hesitantly asks what happened to my eye & i hold in my anger just long enough to remember that this is the only place in town to get a halfway decent hamburger where the coffee doesn’t taste like generational poverty even though the water comes from that very same river […]
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By Robert Dean The bill collectors never stop calling. I recognize their numbers. My children ask me if I’ve got a job yet faster than they say hello. Every day, I throw applications for employment into a volcano, and what sputters out floods my inbox with, “We’re sorry, but we’ve decided to move on with other candidates.” A […]
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A writing collective.
Literary Vandals 