Stephen Fuller – Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen

With Clenched Fists, I Rage – A Collaborative Poem

I chew on my rage breaking teeth on its rock candy hard edges I resist base reflex to swallow these jagged shards whole instead spitting blood and shrapnel hard into the unrelenting soil of injustice Christine E. Ray My fist clenches unconsciously, Noticing only when my knuckles pop. They say peace and love Will win…

Moon Ate the Dark Challenge: Twisted, Toasted Bones – Stephen Fuller

Smeared dark jelly on twisted, toasted bones Lain in the dirt to bleach. Had to dispose of them Somehow, so with closet full I set out into wilds I’d forgotten we’re so much fun in my youth. Why the jelly, one might ask, don’t the dogs eat Even without extra-seasoning? True, they do. Yet, what…