The Bitch Went Crazy by Alan Catlin

sd., to her old man,
” What the fuck
you doing looking at
a slut like that?
She’s so sleazy you
can’t even imagine
what kind of diseases
she got last week.
I see you looking at her.
You don’t think I can
kick your ass but I will.
That bitch reeks of all
the shit you don’t want
to know about and if you’re
smart you’ll keep your
mouth shut before this
bus gets to the end.”

Alan Catlin
Alan Catlin is the poetry editor of misfitmagazine.net. His latest books of poetry are American Odyssey from Future Cycle and Last Man Standing from Lummox Press
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War of the Worlds by Jeff Bagato

Saucer lands
and you wake me up
out of my mind—
where time lasted until twelve
o’clock but never got there.

Down on the lawn, we were waiting,
your clock works going hot wire;
how long before the rain of frogs?
How long before the brass bed revolution
and saucer eyes close down the American grind?
Saucer opens, and Voodoo Doll steps out,
putting pins in her arms
for love and fidelity: Now
mechanical bride can turn
down history: voting, smoking,
buying dildoes for butch
lovers, riding the tiger
in America—America, land
of the great communion; where coca
chewing gods in grass-stained feces skirts
are cleaner than laundry soap: “Nonsense,”
declares Doll, “Don’t get sarcastic
on me; I see clear through
the sticky male soul, he touching
his nuts every now and then to make
sure they’re still with him,
haven’t wandered off
to fight a war without him,
shake the hand of Britain’s
king, or catch a tan with supermodel
slaves”—
                  Mechanical bride stutters,
“You want it when?”
And all this time
she only needed a rewind

Jeff Bagato 2
A multi-media artist living near Washington, DC, Jeff Bagato produces poetry and prose as well as electronic music, glitch video, sticker art, and pop surrealism paintings. Some of his poetry has appeared in Empty Mirror, The Five-Two, Rusty Truck, Futures Trading, Otoliths, and Your One Phone Call. His published books include Savage Magic (poetry), Cthulhu Limericks (poetry), The Toothpick Fairy (fiction), and Dishwasher on Mars (fiction). A blog about his writing and publishing efforts can be found at http://jeffbagato.wordpress.com

A Poem in Parts from Forgotten Wars: Before You Pass This Night by Tom Sheehan

Before you pass this night
show me the star
you’ll travel by,
one without a map
and no destination,
but you mean to move
all the parts with you.

Before you pass this night
without a moon,
a torch,
but that star
with a string on it
tied one night
by your brother kneeling
his last kneel on the sand
of an unknown island.

Sheehan served in the 31st Infantry in Korea 1951-52, graduated Boston College 1956, published 30 books, multiple works in Rosebud, Literally Stories, Linnet’s Wings, Serving House Journal, Copperfield Review, Literary Orphans, Eastlit, DM du Jour, In Other Words-Merida, Literary Yard, Rope & Wire Magazine, Green Silk Journal. He has received 32 Pushcart nominations and 5 Best of Net nominations.

Bright by James Benger

At the park, among the other hens,
she calls it a career.
High above the streets,
cleaner, firmer than home,
she calls it a neighborhood.

She’s got an old
reciprocal push mower,
the blade just one shade south of sharp,
but she keeps that little patch of green
out front of the steps short,
neat and pretty.

She parks in a structure,
wears the fanciest clothes
to be found on the clearance rack
before the auto maintenance aisle,
she shuffles the paper,
copies, collates like she cares.

And she does,
because this is life, isn’t it?

She never raises her voice
when the rat terrier from two trailers over
pisses a spot of green to brown,
but she wonders why she doesn’t scream.

Some nights, after cranking over the ignition,
she doesn’t return to the park;
a short drive to the coffee shop/bar,
park on the street.

The acoustic she keeps on the backseat,
the one she found in a dumpster
back in her most desperate days,
it’s not much of a looker,
but it still holds a tune decent.

The tips from the
neo-beats,
neo-hippies,
starving artist types,
it’s never much,
sometimes not enough to cover the gas
to get her back to the park.

But when she gets there,
sleep always comes easy,
and the mornings are always bright.

James Benger
James Benger is a father, husband and writer. He is the author of two fiction ebooks, “Flight 776” and “Jack of Diamonds” and two chapbooks of poetry, “As I Watch You Fade” and “You’ve Heard It All Before. He lives in Kansas City with his wife and son.

Requiem by Milenko Županović

Legend that lasts
confession of
unknown artist,
whisper in the garden
a requiem for
the healing
of the soul
flying towards
the clouds
for the last star
whisper a prayer
to the small town
over the sea
for eternity
legend that lasts
on a desert island
the silence of eternity
lighted candles
in church with
artist of sorrow.

milenko photo
Milenko Županović was born in 1978 in Kotor (Montenegro). By profession he is a graduate marine engineer, but in his free time, he writes poetry and short stories. His stories and poems have been published by many magazines, blogs and websites, mostly in the Europe, U.S. and in Latin America. In 2010 he wrote and published his first book, a collection of stories, and he also written and published few collections of poems (ebooks). In 2015 he wrote and published his second book , a collection of stories and poetry. In 2016 he wrote his third book , a collection of poetry (published in USA, project ”Poems for all”) His book ”Martiri”was published in italian language. Milenko is an ethnic Croat and lives in the town of Kotor (Montenegro) with his wife and 3 sons.

Visiting The Chelsea Hotel by Pauline Sewards

we walk along the hudson river climb
onto the highline where monarchs swarm
purple verbenas and dry grass
cross block on block heart in mouth
walk don’t walk yellow taxi traffic horns
count down the numbers on west 25
spot the red brick high rise one time
‘world’s tallest building’

ventilator shaft intubates basement window
the building pegged by scaffolding breathes
like an asthmatic old man
tarnished plaques eulogise counter culture heroes
burroughs thomas cohen warhol

we search for traces of patti and janis
find only these damp bones
silt of cockroach wings stink of hooch
then glimpse awkwardly from fenced off steps
in corridors soaked with yellow light
pale shapes on walls where art once hung

Pauline Sewards 2
Pauline Sewards is a co-host of Satellite of Love poetry night in Bristol. She has been published in small press magazines including Prole, SouthBank Poetry and online at Ink, Sweat & Tears.

 

South In My Mouth by Cole Bauer

Never have I
Enjoyed food and deserts
Beverages and booze
So much
As I have and do
In the state of Texas

From homemade
To restaurants
Hole-in-the-wall shops
And even fast food
Every type and recipe

The love and care
Respect and discipline
The pride
They all have
My compliments to the chef
To the citizens
To the state

Watch my mouth water
Watch me grow
Watch me expand
Watch me match this place
And it’s motto
Everything is bigger…
I hear the meal bells ringing

Cole Bauer
My name is Cole Bauer. I’m an American screenwriter, author, and poet currently in the dirty south of the U.S.A.. I was born and partially raised in the Twin Cities of Minnesota. I was raised and lived for most of my life in San Diego, California. I’ve lived, off and on, in Texas for six years. Traveled around America as well. I am inspired and motivated by street-writers like Charles Bukowski, John Fante, and Dan Fante. I enjoy clearing out my brain on to blank sheets of paper and empty screens. I love writing random short stories, pilot scripts, and film screenplays also.