 Poe as a Gardener Essie Lee 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.
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 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 Previously unpublished and published authors welcome, first prints or previously printed works welcome!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: MuthaWarfare@gmail.com 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 our body things we can't change and now we can't choose our life child birth and parenthood is amazing but it eats up your choices it's dangerous it kills 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 and abortions 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 from small 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 or attractive am I non-binary or anti patriarcy?? Fucking White Men  Random Thoughts 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.  Book Review 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.  Let Me Clear My Throat and 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!  3 Poems Frankie Laufer 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... |
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