Poe as a Gardener
One singular daffodilly did,
Poke up its little yellow head
In the second month of the year,
And though the clime was drear, crisped, withered and sear,
The little dear brought some cheer to my demeanor.
In the parlor of the manor, in this very haunted house,
Daffodilly hunted by the music of the spheres
Vivacious, and insatiable.
The Drowning House
by John Sibley Williams
Review by Julie Carpenter
I once had a dream that I lived in a huge, malevolent, haunted house. The house was a Victorian. Initially, I was charmed but the house soon became violent, flinging objects at my head, turning stairs into slides. Dream Me knew that if I didn’t come to terms with the spirits in the house, it would kill me, but dream logic demanded that I remain in the house. Ultimately, I took a terrifying trip to the graveyard to speak with the ghosts of two children who died there. They needed to be avenged, and more than that, they needed to be heard.
Hey Chickens! I received this message from fellow writer Kate Doucouré. She has allowed me to reprint it here. I don't think there's much to add. This is a call for submissions - your chance to express yourself and help out with a fundraiser. Submissions are due by July 31st.
There's an email link below. Get to it!
Mother Warfare is calling all writers, web designers and artists: female, non-binary, trans, or female identifying, uterus havers or former uterus havers of all ages to contribute to the project Jess Mann and I have cooked up. Mother Warfare which will either be a website art/lit collection with a donation button to an abortion fund or several abortion funds- a purchase to print journal through amazon (or a better print on demand service) with all money going to an abortion fund/s, or a website and print edition.
Please submit poems, short stories, art work, comics, or essays about how you feel now that we've lost our rights, and musings along those lines. Previously unpublished and published authors welcome, first prints or previously printed works welcome!
No payments for work, this is a fundraiser!
Email submissions to:
Below is my contribution:
I've never felt like a woman.
born with a muzzle on my face
am I really non binary
or is it just the endless grooming towards woman that I detest
put a skirt on me
and I can't run
our fashion binds and
keeps in place
endless thoughts about our face
things we can't change
and now we can't
choose our life
child birth and parenthood
is amazing but it eats up
for centuries woman were the weaker sex not because we were less intelligent
or couldn't handle pain
but because any time you got into a relationship you could get pregnant and DIE
or years wiped from your life feeding and caring for your child over and over as you pop babies out
the revolution happened
with birth control
no wonder they're
taking it back
how do you stop woman
from gaining equality?
make it impossible to
chose what you spend
your life doing
they groom us
to be quiet, not shrill, demure
keep your legs together
and constantly caretake everyone around you
they train us to take care of
men and not complain
and worry all the time if we're attractive to them
do we have a summer body?
In rejecting the dresses, the frill, the quiet voice- embracing the rage and
not caring if i'm dainty
am I non-binary
or anti patriarcy??
Fucking White Men
Me, the Moon, and Brutus the Cat
By Julie Carpenter
I first published this two years ago. Brutus is gone now, but I've been thinking about him. So here's my tribute to him. My favorite little jerk, and the inspiration for a small demon named Dennis in my latest novel - here's to you Brutus!
I didn't find Brutus. Brutus found me. I had stopped at the end of the drive to get the mail, when I saw him running across the street from our neighbor's meadow, racing straight towards me with all the focus and fanaticism of John Cleese's Sir Lancelot in Monty Python's Holy Grail. I was somewhat shocked when an unknown cat jumped into my arms. I petted him, set him down, and drove to the house to unload some groceries. When I came back to the car to get some more bags, I found him sitting in my back seat desperately trying to open a pack of hot dogs. I tried to find out where he came from , but in the end it turned out the universe had given me another cat.
Forbidden Beat: Perspectives on Punk Drumming
Edited by S.W. Lauden
Rare Bird Books
Review by Roy Peak
"The drummer is not the expendable guy, he’s the fucking heart in the center of the rock and roll universe." Mike Watt
When I was young, while my parents were away, and my siblings weren't home, I'd get out the biggest pots and pans I could find in the kitchen, set them up in a semi-circle around me and bang on them with wooden spoons, making a horrible racket. Fun times indeed.
Roy Peaks BOGO Book Review: Let Me Clear My Throat and Animals Strike Curious Poses by Elena Passarello
Let Me Clear My Throat
Animals Strike Curious Poses
Author Elena Passarello
Review by Roy Peak
No on brings value to our chickens like Roy Peak. Today he reviews two books of essays by the same author! So you're getting double what you...errr...paid for. Now, on with the review!
Pre-Order: A Woman of Endurance
Order: Daughters of the Stone
Out of all the books I've reviewed Dahlma Llanos-Figueroa's Book Daughters of the Stone was one of my favorites. It's not only on my reading list - it's on my re-reading list! I have bought copies of this book to give to friends and family. I recommend it heartily and often. But don't wait to read this one before ordering the author's next book. Trust me. You will want the new book as soon as you can get it!
You can read our review of Daughters of the Stone here.
Do yourself a favor and put Dahlma Llanos-Figueroa's books at the top of your reading list!
NOT MAJOR HOOPLES BOARDING HOUSE:
I just returned from a long mostly silent journey.
To discover I just inherited a twelve-room house.
It feels vaguely like the last house.
But don’t ask me its location.
Exterior needs a little paint but don’t they all.
Remodeling seems to be a work in progress, just like so many of my paintings.
There are tenants occupying most of the rooms.
But even those that are currently empty one often hears the whispers of the past.
It’s rumored that Tiny Tim produced his best music in room number three.
The Venus room looks wonderful, but Saturn has done the decorating.
Surya shines bright and bold, but I find it too hot…Jim Morrison felt the same way.
A hell of a fight breaks out in room number six, Mars breaks a window or two.
The Moon is milky sweet but is afraid of Rahu’s shadow.
That snake scares me too.
Why oh why did they decide to be roommates!
Mercury is fast but sometimes outruns himself and forgets to lock the door.
Jupiter is gracious and our guiding light, watching over everyone like a sleepy owl.
In time they all will transit to other rooms.
Google maps says follow the neon sign shouting Color TV and Free Coffee!
Damage deposits and thirty days’ notice required.
Uncle Morty Schedules a Procedure
by Uncle Morty
Perhaps some of you have wondered where your dear old Uncle Morty has been and why I have been so lax about communicating with you lately...