Winston Plowes… Oath & Quaver



There is no mathematical proof for love
no OS map to recovery.
Too many footprints in the snow treading water
too many blank faces that follow
without pausing to gauge the wind
or crush a leaf in their fingers.
But every person has a name,
every tree, every flake of snow…


Your hands search for my keys
through smoke
and jazz grows through their fingers.
I want to feel the weight
of you, on me.
to mark my heart this night.
I hold your purple coat –
As it grows heavy
with copper coins.

Winston Plowes lives aboard his floating home in Calderdale with his lucky black cat, Fatty. He teaches creative writing and his collection of surrealist poetry Telephones, Love Hearts & Jellyfish, Electric Press was published in 2016.


Copyright © 2017 by Winston Plowes


Ivan Jenson… Frank’s Advice – Pin Drop Moment


Frank’s Advice

Let me look into
your atonal situation
and see
what musical strings
I can pull
like an angelic harpist
winging it
from the laughter
in the rafters
and while I am
investigating the misery
of the company
you have been keeping
try to keep your mind
off your brain
for awhile
you might even
consider taking a course
in miracles
at the community
of your
in order to find
the peace of mind
of all that doesn’t
really matter

Pin-Drop Moment

What you see before you
is a human being a pain
in the neck
of the woods
known as the forest
started by throwing
the burning
butt of a joke
into the dry brush
of another person’s ego
and igniting the flash
and burn of
to injury
often called
a roast
which was
just supposed
to be
the best man’s
sparkling champagne
wedding toast

Ivan Jenson is a fine artist, novelist and contemporary poet who lives in Grand Rapids, Michigan. His artwork was featured in Art in America, Art News, and Interview Magazine and has sold at auction at Christie’s. Ivan was commissioned by Absolut Vodka to make a painting titled “Absolut Jenson” for the brand’s national ad campaign. His Absolut paintings are in the collection of the Spiritmusuem, the museum of spirits in Stockholm, Sweden. Jenson’s painting of the “Marlboro Man” was collected by the Philip Morris corporation. Ivan was commissioned to paint the final portrait of the late Malcolm Forbes. Ivan has written two novels, Dead Artist and Seeing Soriah, both of which illustrate the creative and often dramatic lives of artists. Jenson’s poetry is widely published (with over 500 poems published in the US, UK and Europe) in a variety of literary media. A book of Ivan Jenson’s poetry was recently published by Hen House Press titled Media Child and Other Poems, which can be acquired on Amazon. Two novels by Ivan Jenson entitled, Marketing Mia and Erotic Rights have been published hardcover. Ivan Jenson’s next novel, “Gypsies of New Rochelle” will soon be released by Michelkin Publishing. Ivan Jenson’s website is:


Copyright © 2017 by Ivan Jenson


Darren C. Demaree… Nude Male With #201 & #200



Without immensity, with
the size of a forenoon day
I can be the white edges,
but then I can only grow
to interfere with the scene
of art. I want to be the art.
That’s why I’ve covered
my body with pictures,
because before all of those
little, driving ink pens found
me supple enough to be
taken, nobody looked at me.


I want to lake
the tree, swim
the trunk
after suspending
myself briefly
above the foliage.
I want to be taken
in. I want the sun
to nourish me.

Darren is a dangerous dreamer, concocting love poems to his home state, and pastorals to his true love.

Darren C. Demaree is the author of five poetry collections, most recently “The Nineteen Steps Between Us” (2016, After the Pause). He is the Managing Editor of the Best of the Net Anthology and Ovenbird Poetry. He lives and writes in Columbus, Ohio with his wife and children

Copyright © 2016 by Darren C. Demaree


Bradford Middleton… When the Job’s Done


When the Job’s Done

The girls move in quick as a new, flash car slows down
It’s midnight, Friday in the kinkiest lane
In the dingiest city in the unfair land
The girls are like vultures
Desperate for their next feast
The one to pay the rent and feed her habit
She grabs the car handle as he lowers the window
He smiles broadly as his eyes devour her figure

And she climbs in

Things get serious fast
Money is discussed and a place to crash
It’s going to be a long job
He sounds like a kinky bastard
But after a few hours she leaves, paid, happy
Knowing for a few days her habit will be feed
And the rent will be paid up
The threat of eviction banished for another month.


Bradford Middleton lives on England’s south-coast in Brighton. He was born in London in 1971 but didn’t start writing poetry until he was in his mid-30s and slowly, over time, began to uncover a flourishing underground scene. Three months before his fortieth birthday he had his first poem accepted at THE MAD SWIRL. Since then he has become a Contributing Poet there and also had notable work published at EMPTY MIRROR, ZYGOTE IN MY COFFEE, PPIGPENN, ROLLING THUNDER QUARTERLY, FUCK ART LETS DANCE, WORD RIOT, ELECTRIC WINDMILL, DEAD SNAKES, THE CAMEL SALOON and THE WEEKENDERS. Follow him @beatnikbraduk on Twitter.

Copyright © 2016 by Bradford Middleton







David E. Howerton… –You’re what I scream about–


–You’re what I scream about–

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Copyright © 2016 by David E. Howerton