Rasputin by Milenko Županović

Loved by the Empress
He talked to the Virgin
Killed several times
Walk the valley  blind
A broken heart
Without hope of coming back
Become dust and ashes.

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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.

In Amongst The Razor Footpads by Paul Tristram

His entire frame is tingling with electricity
as he shimmies through the crowd.
There’s a red-light moon
reflected in his mischievous, feline eyes
as he elbow-swings a lamppost,
behind a ‘Busies’ back at Cemetery Corner,
pausing to light a ‘Tuppenny Upright’s’
hand-rolled cigarette, before once more,
swaggering on his magnificent & diabolical way.
He’s on the Hunt for something Magical,
Celtic-Red and emerald of eye.
No mere ‘Dockside Whore’
nor ‘Tavern Backroom Slut’ this one…
but, a vicious treasure hiding in the rough.
She was last spied, only an hour ago,
in amongst the shadows of The Dark Arch
hanging out with The Razor Footpads.
Quickening his silken pace, he terrain-glides
the cobbled back alleyways… over to Cheapside.
Confident, as always, in stealing her treacherous heart
right out from in front of her disbelieving eyes.

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Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight; this too may pass, yet. Buy his books ‘Scribblings Of A Madman’ (Lit Fest Press) http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1943170096 ‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326241036 And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326415204 You can also read his poems and stories here! http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/

Forbidden Fruit by Alan Catlin

One of the possibilities was
she had taken acting classes
and learned makeup secrets
of the stars and how to impersonate
normal. Beneath that thick layer
of cosmetics and thin veneer
of well crafted lies, lurked
the bastard daughter of Jekyll
and Mr. Hyde, blasted on uppers
and Double Vodka Crans.
Said she could take a man
to places they had only dreamed of
which sounded like a bad remake
of a 50’s sci fi Classic like
“It Came from Outer Space”
that was nowhere near as good as
it might have been. Handling
rejection in style, she whips out
a photo of a girl who might have
been Drew Barrymore in rehab
after “Firestarter” but probably
wasn’t.  “She likes older men.”
21 was probably older in her world.
They might make an interesting
2 ‘fer, you’d have 20 to life
to think about.

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

Zevjeli by Jason Baldinger

they’re scattered
hunkie bars lost to time
dispersed on goat path hills
dotted across valleys, buried in hollers
they are heaven when found

mirrored walls, fake flowers
no dust, no soot, so still
nothing changed since 1974

the owner talks across the bar
the elderly couples here for tonight’s
spaghetti specials, one guy asks
about meatballs, they won’t win any contest

I’ve heard the spiel before
Steve at the Bloomfield Bridge Tavern
does it best, when he wants to give you
a free shot of blackberry brandy
Sheila or Red Bob or Mark called
this is an ice cream topping
we don’t sell ice cream anymore though
sip this don’t shoot it
Nostrovia my friend

she says she doesn’t drink
like her father still there
are several shots, if I’d like pick one
Slivovitz, plum brandy firewater
she says are you sure
the couple at the bar ask if I’m sure
I nod, she pours, Zevjili
it punches my tongue
not a shooter, eyes burn
back to front, little fires hiding

she says how is it? I blink
sip my beer, sip again
take another nip, say Slivovitz
this is like Ouzo or Tequila
it’s the drink that
crawls under skin
leads to a place of forgetting

unsteady towards the door, bluffing
the old man says make sure you drive
across the river, watch out for the current
I got this, I’ll drive under the river instead
his return face swims oddly
I shout again, Zevjili

Jason Baldinger
Jason Baldinger is a poet hailing for the Appalachian hamlet of Pittsburgh. He’s the author of several books the most recent of which, the chaplet, Fumbles Revelations (Grackle and Crow) is available now, and the collection Fragments of a Rainy Season (Six Gallery Press) which is coming in September. Recent publications include the Low Ghost Anthology Unconditional Surrender, Uppagus, Lilliput Review, Rusty Truck, Dirtbag Review, In Between Hangovers, Your One Phone Call, Winedrunk Sidewalk, Anti-Heroin Chic, Nerve Cowboy Concrete Meat Press, and Heartland! Poetry of Love, Solidarity and Resistance. You can hear Jason read some poems at jasonbaldinger.bandcamp.com

Subterranean Skyline by Jake St. John

It’s 8:40 p.m.
And I’m on a rooftop
In New London
I can’t describe the stars
And how they blink like eyes
Overhead
But they’re still right there

And I can’t help staring

And everyone’s talking

And I hear it all

Every word

Every thought

And I know I’m young
And callow
Too arrogant to notice
That I’ve gotten older
With the turn of a page
And Dead River Time
Who trickled thinly
Through the years
Has risen above the levee

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Jake St. John writes out of New London, CT and is the author of several collections of poetry and pamphlet poems including, Rotations (Night Ballet Press 2015), Looking For Sunflowers (Good Cop/Bad Cop, 2012), and Change of Address (Unarmed 2010). His work has appeared in numerous literary and arts magazines such as, The Blue Collar Review, Big Hammer, and The People’s Tribune. Since 2007 he has served as the editor of Elephant and co-editor of Flying Fish.

8 Balls And Cheese Blintzes by Cole Bauer

 For Marco in the great beyond

Marco liked travel
Marco liked buying and selling narcotics
Marco liked food
Marco liked getting high
Marco liked booze
Marco liked men

Marco had his family and friends
Marco had stories
Marco had scams
Marco had money
Marco had all he ever liked and wanted

Now
According to most
Marco has God
Because with that man
He can make any sin
Sound delicious
A loss for Satan

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.