Strange, Isn’t It ? by Ian Copestick

God, it makes me angry, now the Government are talking about making Pensioners pay for their T.V. licences. They always go after the most vulnerable Members of society. The aged, the poor The disabled. How do these bastards Sleep at night ? Since I had a major Stroke I am classified as disabled In the…

October 24, 1996 by Fred Shrum, III

There was a riot in the streets and it makes me sick While we’re proselytizing about unity We’re burning down our own community Car lurches forward and shots ring out Self defense the cops had no doubt But the citizens did not agree So they lit the fuse of anarchy I know that a riot…

2 Sonnets by Kristin Garth

    The Woods Have Teeth   Dangled beneath branch bowed, a bottom lip, perceived to be half of a smile, a child believes it for a while.  After arms rip the residents its foliage hides, wild   squalls, some shawled invalid saw (infants humans would claim, rename), remain untamed, same feral pets, a mansion…

2 Poems from Matthew Borczon

Stanley My grandfather used to say that when you die you are re- incarnated on another planet and  we used  to laugh  at this idea until years later when I read that physicists have the same theory provable by math and now I think that maybe the universe is not so complicated maybe all you…

There Is Always A Hitch by John Patrick Robbins

Jake was a grizzled older looking dude harsh as the winters he endured as tough as the coffee he drank.   Most would fear his appearance alone. Being six four and damn near three hundred pounds.   He wasn’t a man you would wanna encounter in a dark alley , let alone one sitting across…

Humidity by Ian Copestick

Earlier as I was walking, the air Was so thick it felt like trying to Breathe through a bandanna That had been soaked in warm Sweat. Someone else’s sweat At that. I was finding it difficult To  breathe. I was starting to Worry if I was going to have a Heart attack or another stroke….

Loved by Ian Copestick

Here I sit, alone downstairs in the dark. Anything to get away from that awful Belittling, humiliating voice. The One that belongs to the woman I have Loved for the last 16 years. It’s really Strange how quickly love can turn To hate. For so many years of my life I loved this woman, now…

No, Really by Ian Copestick

It’s looking like Boris Johnson is Going to be our next Prime Minister My God ! It makes me feel ashamed To be British. Him and Donald Trump Are two of a pair. Two of the main Leaders of the Western world are Brain dead fuckwits with mad Blonde, unmanageable hair. When the aliens land…

No SERIOUS Crimes by Ian Copestick

When I used to drink, I mean back When I used to REALLY drink one Of the things that I hated the most Was when the neighbours would Call the police. There’s nothing surer To ruin a buzz than the fucking police Suddenly arriving to stick their nosy Snouts into your business. I could Never…

We’re All Whores After All by John Patrick Robbins

We were sitting there at the bar watching the street from windows view counting the hours and killing drinks. We were pissing and moaning about our frustrations. About publishers and writers alike. “Man I just don’t get the deal with most these fuckers!” Richie said as he sipped on a overpriced beer. “The average person…