Friday, November 17, 2017

Dennis Mahagin & Susan Tepper

Blow It Out

It comes from that place 
of hunger and thirst
I bow,
you drip honey in my tea
call it love
make ourselves
laugh, high
the room
spinning, ears ringing
colors across a dead ceiling.
I’m relevance relinquished.
You’re pirate without a ship.
Stranger things occur
and are 
occurring, 
I take off my blouse;
sparks pop 
with the buttons 
and darkness scissors 
the room.


Dennis Mahagin is the author of two poetry collections: “Grand Mal” published by Rebel Satori Press, and “Longshot and Ghazal,” from Mojave River Press. He’s also the Poetry Editor for a magazine called FRiGG, and sometimes plays the bass guitar in a rock band (and a blues band!) in Deer Lodge, Montana. 



Susan Tepper is the author of seven published books of fiction and poetry. Her newest title "Monte Carlo Days & Nights" is a linked-story collection set at the French Riviera, and just out from Rain Mountain Press, NYC. 'Live From The Algonquin Hotel' is her author/book interview series, plus Tepper runs the reading series FIZZ at KGB Bar, sporadically ongoing these past ten years. www.susantepper.com
 

Friday, October 20, 2017

Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Heavy Rotation

I see this fat kid get on the Tilt-a-Whirl
at the county fair
in a spinning tea cup
all by himself
and the weight of him sitting down
bounces his cup noticeably
so that the kids in the other cups
all snicker and point.
                                 
Even the ride operator laughs.
I feel bad for the kid.
As the ride starts up, the gears grind
and everyone looks accusingly
at the fat kid.

And soon they are spinning
and screaming with arms in the air.
I watch the fat kid go around
a few times.

Blank-faced as though he doesn’t
know he is there.

Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many bears that rifle through his garbage.  His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly, Rusty Truck, Red Fez, Live Nude Poems, and The Oklahoma Review.

Friday, October 6, 2017

Yuan Changming

Snowlining  

At the same height of
            Every rocky mountain
       Above all seasonal change
You are widely cut open

As if to bite a whole patch of
      Sky from heaven
With rows of rows of
Whale-like teeth

Yuan Changming, nine-time Pushcart and one-time Best of Net nominee, published monographs on translation before moving out of China. With a Canadian PhD in English, Yuan currently edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Yuan in Vancouver; credits include Best of Best Canadian Poetry (2008-17), BestNewPoemsOnline, Threepenny Review and 1319 others.  

Friday, September 29, 2017

Glen Armstrong

The Bedside Book of Cryptids
  
I was rehearsing what I would say.
            I had lined up some cocktail toothpicks.

It was one of those days that makes us
            believe in Bigfoot,

            the sky more shadow
            than a maker of shadows.

We all need a little downtime.

            To be that which we’ve marked
            our trails by.

            To speak like a Viking.
            To smolder.

Most smoke and all spoken word
            is imaginary, anyhow.

All but a few scraps of Viking bone
            are likewise, imagined.

The more I invented what to say,
            the darker the sky grew.

            The fewer my options.

The landscape and my desk and the best loved
            stories of lovers everywhere

            were laid out before me.
            The sharpened sticks love smuggles

            across the border all seemed
            highly unlikely.


Glen Armstrong edits a poetry journal called Cruel Garters and has three recent chapbooks: Set List (Bitchin Kitsch,) In Stone and The Most Awkward Silence of All (both Cruel Garters Press.) 

Friday, August 11, 2017

Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Factory Stacks

driving into Sudbury
from the West
the scars of man spill over
a billowing drug buy
sky

rock that has been there
for tens of thousands of years
blown away in an instant
for a new double lane
highway

and they bury the slag
so you never see it,
the grass an unnatural green
after a couple of years

so there are jobs
and quotas

and things can go on
like before

the hitchhiker along the side
of the road
thumbing his way to house parties
where things

go
missing.

Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many bears that rifle through his garbage.  His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly, Rusty Truck, In Between Hangovers, Red Fez, and The Oklahoma Review.

Friday, July 28, 2017

Mark Borczon

Hunting Dinosaurs With A Needle In My Arm

I smoke roses to get high
And I get drunk on sun tea in the morning
I fix my arm tattoos with sharpie markers
And I collect artwork depicting bull fights
My joints ache as a side effect from
Medication for hypertension
My muscles ache as a side effect from
Back breaking, physical toil
I am fifty one years old
And I make twenty seven thousand
Dollars a year

I don’t believe in heaven
I do believe in vodka
I did quite well in college
But I struggle in life
I never, ever confuse
One with the other
I know that youth is privileged
And forgiving
I know that middle age
Is not

I no longer sleep on my mother’s couch
If you do I kindly invite you
To go fuck yourself
Time and endurance earn the right
To judge and so
I judge

If life is pass/ fail
Then everything leans on
Who reads the work
The bankers and the preachers
Grade the test
One way
The poets and the dreamers
Grade the test
Another way

I hunt dinosaurs with a needle
In my arm
And I sit with holocaust survivors
On the city bus
I drink rain water from a wooden
Barrel that held the body
Of a four year old girl
Killed by the Klan

Someday I’m gonna burn my work boots


Mark S. Borczon is a poet and caregiver from Erie, Pa. He will publish his first book of poetry in over twenty years through Nixes Mate press later this year or early next. He is the father of three awesome daughters who teach him love on a daily basis. In his free time he is a talented banjo player and a guitar player who knows how to find all the notes. He is terrified of the internet so this biography is written by his identical twin who loves him and admires his work as only a brother can.

Friday, July 21, 2017

J.J. Campbell

admire those long legs 

whispers
in the haze
 
not all these
places give a
shit about a
smoking ban
 
another round
of something
evil for the
classy lady
effectively
using her
cleavage to
her advantage
 
grab a chair
and admire
those long
legs
 
and come to
terms with that
bulge between
her legs in the
morning
 
there's no time
for questions
of morality

when the liquor
tastes this good


J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is currently trapped in suburbia. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at In Between Hangovers, Mad Swirl, Chiron Review, Synchronized Chaos and Winedrunk Sidewalk. You can find J.J. most days bitching about something on his highly entertaining blog, evil delights. (http://evildelights.blogspot.com)