Recommended Read: Saturday Night Sage by Noah C. Lekas

Noah C. Lekas’ Saturday Night Sage is a brutal and briliant poetry collection crowded with losers and loners, laments and lullabies, and booze and blood stained torch songs for the twilight hours.  Highly recommeded.

crazy-drunk conundrum by Eliana Vanessa

crazy-drunk conundrum   thanks to Sylvia, i can’t even utter the word “daddy,” though God knows i want to— because he is the sweetest kind of crazy, claiming whiskey makes a better wife than me, settling the score, between us, on paper, having fucked empty the glow of our souls’ well-intentioned affection, my heart, swollen,…

My Philosophy by Ian Lewis Copestick

I know that I can be a pain In the arse type, and that For reasons I have never Fully understood, a lot Of people really dislike me. But all I’ve ever wanted is For us to be truthful and Try to communicate with Each other honestly. That’s why I write. I really Believe that…

Insanities Of A Different Type by Ian Lewis Copstick

We live in a world Devoid of magic and Wonder. God is dead And nothing has yet Replaced Him. Yet, The world has not Become a more Rational place. It’s Just that insanities Of a different type Take hold .Tonight There is a huge, fat, Full October moon Just hanging there In the sky. It…

I Am Far From Amused By You by John Patrick Robbins

I Am Far From Amused By You Kill your muse and bury her with the past, and maybe then you will begin to realize. Nobody fuels the page. Love is absolute bullshit. Better suited for romance flicks and hallmark cards. And the fear of being alone drives more fools to marriage than missed periods and…

Two Flutter Sonnets from Kristin Garth

Ballerina Ghost   Attempt to keep your eyelids closed beside your sister, faux repose, until you feel a pull of limbs, entreating your return to him. Outside again, inside a blink, beneath the full still moon, a haughty pink — how I have lost my mind,, you think. Though it is something else you seek…

Bedtime With The Wolf by Ian Lewis Copsetick

Bedtime With The Wolf I get out of a red hot bath, And due to the cold Shiver and shake like a Withdrawing alcoholic. Towel myself off as quickly As I possibly can. Get my Pyjamas on and slip into A nice warm bed. I pour Myself a strong drink, Light a cigarette and try…

Sibylline by Eoghan Lyng

Salman says “mercy is the key, considered as we are in the fun filled folly of polemity”.   Solemnly, I answered his call And all I found were the warring, Tolling shades of the pastoral bells.   Through hell I waved, a man made flag gave the empire’s pleasantries of insidious severance.   Masking the…

Passed It by Ian Lewis Copestick

Middle age is beginning To sit comfortably upon My shoulders. I can handle The wrinkles, I’ve been Balding since my late Teens, I’ve never been What you might call a Looker, and looking Back over my youth I Don’t see much to miss. Of course age brings Its own problems and Difficulties, but acne, Sexual…

2 Poems by Ian Lewis Copestick

Lewis Copestick For now it’s overcast and grey But, the real darkness is on its way You can take that as either meaning On this rainy, late September evening My father’s lying in the hospital My love for him makes my heart full He’s hopefully coming round from the anaesthetic I’m so scared shirtless, it’s…