Frank C. Praeger… Humbug



Object, the most of it like jasmine tea, et al.
To have, well, yes —
unable to swagger or break out into song,
settling for a bit of Victoria’s chocolate crumble,
that is, unable to cushion this lackluster fall
I have not, well, no, I have not exactly been open,
though open to digression; well, then, spit it out,
who cares for sentiment or aura or ambiquity unless…
unless they can be used for further gain.
So, let the Queen of Spades dictate.
It’s humbug if it doesn’t serve.
What is this mumble-jumble all about, anyway?


Frank C. Praeger is prolific writer from Michigan. When he moves his pen, he stamps out his own style that mirrors a line vanishing into the horizon. His poems have been published all over the interworld.

Copyright © 2015 by Frank C. Praeger








William Wright Harris… At The Asylum


At The Asylum

shadows   in green
red        &        blue
arched            door
ways  emptying  in
to               nothing
foot               steps
tracing  a         hall
way       stretching
thru        madness
an  end      painted
in             vincent’s
favorite        yellow


I wake up for poetry. My poetry has appeared in twelve countries in such publications as The Cannon’s Mouth, Poetry Salzburg Review, Ascent Aspirations, generations and Write On!!! A graduate from the University of Tennessee- Knoxville, I have studied poetry in workshop settings. As a hobby, I collect places I have been published.

Copyright © 2013 by William Wright Harris


Dream Season… by Derrick Keeton


Dream Season

Back to groundwork in silent absentia
Dreaming how music sounds like tears
As they fall from goddess’ cheeks
Or like leaves blown from trees in autumn
Beautiful deluge in red, orange, and yellow
Gives back to the soil our lively toil
Mercy at thrust opens eyes once closed
Makes anew our trust in ourselves
Indisposed, I see those colors transpose
In awakening now to quell
A tender growl of hunger
These days I spend in a state
Of unfettered love cut asunder


Derrick Keeton, poet and writer, has been writing since childhood. He has had poetry published online and in print anthologies such as Black Petals, Carcinogenic Poetry, and Midwest Literary Magazine. He lives in Athens, Tennessee, is a loner and enjoys reading, exploring cinema and the occasional drink. Growing up as a military “brat” he was able to travel and see the world, giving way to much of his early inspiration. THE VOID, his first publication, is available through Wisdom Twins Books (UK). Upcoming work will be appearing in Drunken Absurdity issue 1 on sale at the link (s) below. Evoking dark and and ambivalent themes, Keeton explores the blurred lines between good and evil…

Copyright © 2013 by Derrick Keeton