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Like a Green Firework
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By Peter Schwartz , Feb 23, 2008  |
A Review of Percy's Refresh, Refresh (2007)
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LET’S TELL HER HUSBAND
By Cindy Rosmus, Feb 29, 2008 He’s old, we hear, but how old’s “old” to a bitch with corduroy skin and a twat you can pull like taffy? Maybe real old. Some crusty fuck, stinking of Vicks, clinging to the love he’d bought “on time.” Just think: those bucks he’d saved for a stormy day go right up Loverboy’s nose. Maybe “cool” old: some wannabe hood who never got “made.” This karaoke star with an Elvis ’do, graying chest hair, zillions of chains. Never knows she’s missing. That’s no good. Or... old and “crazy.” Some Manson-eyed, Section Eight louse, knee-deep in guns, with an itchy finger and nothing to lose, Oh, he’ll take it well. LIAR, LIAR By Cindy Rosmus, Feb 29, 2008 How would I know your dick is bent, and you like being spanked while it’s deep inside me? I don’t speak Spanish, but when I sucked you dry, you screamed “¡Qué rico!” lots of times. Maybe “That feels good.”? Lucky guess. So many lies... She needs to believe. That play money’s real; the roses are fresh; how you lassoed the moon with chicken wire; how I’m a lovesick “friend” who cries every day, not this chuckling bitch with a steeltrap memory. Cindy is a New York textbook editor by day, a hardboiled Jersey female by night. Her fiction has appeared in Black Petals, The Beat, The Cynic, Red Fez, Zygote in My Coffee, Hardboiled, Devil Blossoms, & 13th Warrior Review. She has three collections of stories out: Angel of Manslaughter, Gutter Balls, and Calpurnia’s Window. She is the editor of the e-zine, Yellow Mama. She is also a thrill seeker, a Gemini, and a Christian. |
closer than hope
By Jack T. Marlowe, Feb 28, 2008 the stuttering radio can’t compete with the music inside your skull yesterday’s fallout pounding like a big bass drum while the thump of headboard against wall keeps pace. it sounds like your next door neighbor must have got lucky last night and his luck hasn’t run out yet unlike your own missing in action like your patience your faith your best friend your woman and the contents of your wallet but you know there’s enough left in your pocket to pay for a bottle of pain killers and the dollar store is just around the corner closer than hope and much easier to deal with. taking Mr. Williams for a ride (after “The Red Wheelbarrow” by William Carlos Williams) By Jack T. Marlowe, Feb 28, 2008 so much depends upon an old blue pickup truck glazed with bird shit beneath the sprawling red oak. Jack T. Marlowe is a working-class malcontent from Dallas, Texas. A writer of poetry and fiction, he is also a veteran of the open mic. His writing has distressed the pages of Zygote in My Coffee, Cause & Effect, Yellow Mama, Clockwise Cat, The Smoking Poet, and Underground Voices. Jack can also be found online at his website.
Duotrope's Digest reported that decomP was #4 in the Top 25 Swiftest Poetry Markets and #13 in the Top 25 Most Approachable Poetry Markets before 2007 submissions closed.
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TV or not TV
Married Life Psalm
Brian Rosenberger was last seen in the company of Sushi, a featured dancer at Innsmouth's infamous Thrills and
Gills Gentleman's Club. Prior to that, his writings appeared or will be appearing in Cthulhu Sex Magazine, Erotic
Tales V. 2, Read By Dawn V.1 & V.3, Blackest Death V. 3, Twisted Cat Tales and more. He also authored the
chapbook Poems that Go SPLAT. Updates concerning his current whereabouts can be found at his
website.
No Memory
Ward Crockett is a freelance writer and filmmaker in Chicago, Illinois, USA. His fiction, nonfiction and poetry
have appeared or will appear in Catch, Rockstar, House-of-Pain.com, Danger City Two from Contemporary Press, and
an upcoming issue of Right Hand Pointing. Three times he has been named a quarterfinalist in the L. Ron Hubbard
Writers of the Future Contest. His film work can be browsed, perused and otherwise examined
here. |
