by Carol Casey The path is trodden, dusty, level.You know it will take youwhere many have gone. Step off—tangles of brambles,sometimes with blackberries,more often with little clawsthat catch on clothes and skin;and tortuous tree roots—inconvenient, sacred data unearthed—subterranean snakelets somehowsifted into snarls for feet to catch.There are stems that twine…
by Ron Dowell (This story contains drugs/addiction.) Agent Orange tainted weed fucked me up in Nam.Back in the world, drugs retarded me. Ihallucinated and failed a four-way stop sign.My road dog crashed the windshield. I’d go back and changeif I could. Please help me, Jesus. Nobody had told me shit. Lies…
by Ron Dowell after “(Don’t Worry) If There’s a Hell Below, We’re All Going to Go.” Curtis Mayfield Mayfield lit the torch in black dark, said Keep on Pushing when kept apart from parks, restaurants, movies. My face turned black-hot when called a nigger. So, I love music that interrogates ears, tastes like conflict, has disorder’s stench, a…