Poetry from C.C. O’HANLON

From unpublished notebooks, L.A. & Sydney, 2003-2005 Poetry – by C.C. O’Hanlon   i lie. for me, brittle artifice works better than truth. like stolen money, marked, easy to trace, i stash reality in a hurry and forget about it until the heat is off. From unpublished notebooks, L.A. & Sydney, 2003-2005 Poetry – by…

THERE IS WRECKAGE – by CHRIS MILAM

THERE IS WRECKAGE by Chris Milam   When she asks how I’m doing today I answer with a verbal yawn: I am fine. A standard response that should be laminated and worn as a deceptive lanyard. How are you handling the divorce? Well, read my neck, it says I’m fine. How does that dollar cheeseburger…

Our Death/ To be Catholic – by TOM BLAND

Our Death   Night rain taps harshly against the house. Windows stream. You smile with white teeth. Mine golden.   You’re like an angel. Green eyes. Pale cheeks. Ginger curls. I paint your picture with a glance.   Your fingers pull away each layer of my skin to know the ether of the bone. My…

Dolsen’s Dream Comes True – by CHRISTOPHER IACONO

Dolsen’s Dream Comes True By Christopher Iacono Ever since his mother had read him Dr. Seuss’s If I Ran the Zoo as a boy, Josh Dolsen wanted to be world-famous. He had already opened a successful zoo in the northeastern United States, but even though it had made him rich, he despised the fact it…

What’s a Body to do – by TOM GUMBERT

What’s A Body To Do? Tom Gumbert   For the past six months I was looking forward to it, the promise of peace and quiet. So here I am in my cozy confines, simple yet elegant, built to last. Hoping and expecting to enjoy my hard earned rest—but no. Sure, there was a lot of…

Home – by GAVIN HEDAUX

Home by Gavin Hedaux   I just want to get home, I just want to get home.   Work was behind me, another day dead and done. No more forced smiles, no more static conversations, no more fear of the sirens’ coarse blare and then….   I just wanted to get home…   The subway…

FOUR L.A. FRAGMENTS by C. C. O’HANLON

1. It is just after ten a.m. on a weekday. I’m sitting in a booth by a window in the diner on the ground floor of The Standard Hotel, on Sunset. I’m sipping an iced latte but mostly I’m studying the geometric pattern of the blue linoleum tabletop. “You hiding out? Cos’ if you are, let’s…

Mortality – by CATHRYN CAMPBELL

Mortality  by CATHRYN CAMPBELL   Here in the underbelly of the world, lies the darkest of shadows. The part no one likes to look at, filled with the rotting corpses of those the light no longer reaches where the crimson blood of the tortured many mixes with the dirt of the earth. The same dirt…

After the Storm – by RON GIBSON

After The Storm by Ron Gibson Yesterday, the lights returned above you, the heat inside you. Con Edison takes a bow for my doing. Last night, there was no night. I was the fire nesting between your legs. I was the hand that made you writhe serpentine waves. I was the spoken order that destroyed your…

Don’t Moan/Time Slot/Windows to the Soul – by ROB TRUE

                                  Don’t Moan by ROB TRUE   They had all grown tired with her constant moaning. Standing in the kitchen, surrounded by meat and flies, a whirl wind of chopping and stirring, she moaned and fucking moaned about some shit! Fenton Truick shouted, “Stop!” with someone else’s voice. His lips didn’t move and the voice…

Darkness – by DEE LEAN

Darkness by Dee Lean A black cloud moves in amidst rolling thunder and thick, heavy droplets of rain. I stand by idly waiting for it to come closer. It will arrive slowly at first; something you can see at a distance  but blindly hope you will be able to shelter yourself from; or that it…