Poetry

"...i am not someone you can throw away..."

"...steak tartare topped with egg yolks..."

"...Shots offered by traveling strangers..."

"...a place to hibernate, to regenerate..."

"...a rainbow of nationalities and a kaleidoscope of ethnicities..."

Bruce Hodder has been widely published in print and online, most recently in 'Hotel Corona' (Black Rune Press) and 'Helen's House' (Outlaw Chapbooks Press). He lives in Northampton, England with his wife Michelle.

"...Incense burning the huge empire..."

"...enchanted by the day's mirth..."

In 1984, Robert L. Penick ran a half-marathon in ninety minutes flat; it's all been downhill from there. His website is: http://www.theartofmercy.net

"Keep buggering on was Churchill's 'sage advice'..."

"...a reluctant tabula rasa this holi..."

"...tears will freeze And become pearls..."

"...I got bored with staring out of the window..."

"...called to service toward mastery of desired style..."

Donna Dallas studied Creative Writing and Philosophy at NYU's Gallatin School and was lucky enough to study under William Packard, founder and editor of the New York Quarterly. Most recently she is found in The Opiate, Anti Heroin Chic, Beatnik Cowboy and Horror Zine among many other publications. She has just published her novel, "Death Sisters," with Alien Buddha Press, and currently serves on the editorial team for Red Fez.

"...We don't recognize Him and deride His devotees..."

"...travelers with rare skill of crossing the sea..."

"...We become the spirit of awakening, dissolving..."

"...a hat with a black spider logo..."

"...Old habits don't die until bad ones do..."

"...rolling, rolling stones from hell..."

"...I uncovered brazen devotion..."

"...the moon will beam camaraderie..."

"...If you don't hold a grudge..."

"...Unspoken thoughts fight for freedom to be heard..."

"...the wings of your soul to wake up from the dream..."

"...you can almost taste the life, you could have had..."

"...Pain coils up from the heart...

"Honey bird, honey bird, Nkoviyo's honey bird..."

"...I want to be the music of a flying saucer..."