Silvia Scheibli new book of poetry, "In the House of Rain," contains nature poetry inspired by locations in the southwest United States. Shy is an internationally acclaimed poet who is the author of six previous collections of poetry.

The Abandon

Literature & Fiction

Focks, Red

Humor & Satire

Concrete Mist Press

Jeff Weddle writes like an ancient warrior, a survivor and a dreamer. Time and wisdom have taught him to find balance in the details, and allowed him the honesty to say everything hurts. He paints cautionary tales in a world where we are governed by the mad. He struggles for his tiny victories in the greatest hotel room he has ever been inside. Jeff Weddle sees saints' libraries and says he is looking for a miracle, but almost anything will do. In the end he writes what he believes with power and truth that come from a lifetime of understanding and a commitment to leave pages like ready bullets. Jeff's poems are locked and loaded and aimed dead at your heart your head and your spirit. Matt Borczon, author of My Reality (Alien Buddha)In an early poem in Jeff Weddle's new collection, the poet creates a metaphor of an old woman cooking bacon, not for the protein itself, but for the grease it will produce. I would suggest that this is a perfect metaphor for Weddle's poems. They sizzle down in the mind and leave us starving for the next sensory overload. He has a way of making the ordinary poignant and even luminous, and distills things down to their essence, like this bacon grease, alchemical and still useful. The poet also says that "I am holy like a razor/agitated like a buffalo/repentant like an electric chair." This is a man ready for tragedy and comedy simultaneously, and aware of the capable violence and redemption inherent in the act of writing. These poems could only have been written by someone who has experienced life openly, freely, painfully, and experimentally in order to acquire the wisdom which could utter: "and we/fade with the weight of moments/like so much drying dew." Joseph V. Milford is the author of the poetry collections CRACKED ALTIMETER (BlazeVox Press) and TATTERED SCROLLS AND POSTULATES, VOL I. (Backlash Press). He is an English professor and Creative Writing instructor living south of Atlanta, Georgia. He also edits the online poetry thread, RASPUTIN, A POETRY THREAD.

It's Colder Than Hell, Starving Elves Eat Reindeer Meat, Santa Claus Is Dead

Weddle, Jeff

Buddha, Alien

Poetry

CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform

Manifestations of the Deceased

Arts & Photography

Bohdan, Stefan

Other Media

The kids were declared "involuntary accessories" to their parent's murders. Orphaned by their own hands, the children dispersed through society like smuggled nanothermite. Over half of the possessed were recruited by the Orangutans to serve in Greenwater's army at Ciudad de losa. Psychopathic raiders, wearing Snot Nice Halloween masks,

American Antihero: Snot Nice's Wingnut Brigade

Comics & Graphic Novels

Graphic Novels

The mob-scène migrated from all over the small country to the eastern-central shoreline, where Rosie had been last reported at in the MEMEZ. Roughly 675 pissed-off trust fund yuppies march in the streets. “You will not replace us!” they chant along with other varying cries of bratty gripes. The police ended up serving as an escort service to the lynch-mob, once the slightest hint of a counter-protest amongst the locals was detected. One of those weird-ass-cube-cars comes flying; slamming into the asphalt, and mowing down several dozen of the lynchers. A small stream of blood puddles in the street. Rosie the Baby Killer turns the corner and confronts the angry bastards. “Are you guys saying, ‘Jews will not replace us’?” Rosie asks the men, hardly phased to the fact that she just killed so many, and that the rest haven’t run away yet. “Yes!”, an older gentleman in the back shouted. Rosie looked at them perplexed for a moment. “I`~ (um, oh) … Ah, I’m not Jewish. Not even a little bit.”, Rosie said with a slightly over emphasized Latina accent. The Police captain in the front became noticeably frustrated with the miscommunication. “YOU! We’re saying YOU will not replace us! I’m not saying Jews will replace us either, but it’s YOU specifically. You will not replace us!” the cop yells. “I was saying Jews!” the old man in the back reiterated. “But what the fuck does that even mean?” Rosie asks. People rarely wait for an explanation these days. They certainly weren’t ready to offer one up.

American Antihero 3: Guns Don't Kill People

Miner, Jay

Rosie the Baby Killer kicked her robotussin addiction cold turkey that day. Her life was absurdist porn. Cursed with the greatness of a God-given plague at her fingertips, violated, desensitized, and forsaken from the very start. Her mind light years over the matter of the fact. The biggest trip imaginable, an entire planet of Americans.

American Antihero: God Save The Queen: God Save The Queen

Romero, Ammi

The Son of Man: Spurious Conversations with Charlie Manson

Jones, Ken

Pickering, Dustin

Dragoo, Scott

Woodson, Michael

Literary

They're Conspiring Against The Alien Buddha

Catlin, Alan

Tanner,Paul

Salvo, J de

Morningstar, Jared

Radna, Carrie Magness

Blakeslee, Heidi

Independently published

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