A Literary Publication

Poetry - Fiction - Art - Photography

Tuesday Sep 16, 2014
An Introduction:
This is the religious, political, pretty poetry free zone. Here the words bleed as the
ugly truth speaks from the depths of its darkest, rawest heart; exposing scars 
the still fresh wounds of the imperfect flesh most 
beautiful in the humbling flaws
of the human unmasked, 
confessing secrets, thoughts and realities most haunting...... 

"Of Flesh and Other False Things" *from, "Kill The Messenger, Conversations in the
Dark," a fifth collection in process.by Debbie Berk


Featured Contributors Spring/Summer 2014




                                                  Click on photo to view bio, poetry, etc; 

Top Row: Left to right, Ashley Dioses, Peycho Kanev, Stella Santamaria,
Craig A. Hart, 
Mark Burchard, Venger As'Nas Satanis 

Bottom Row: Left to right, G. David Schwartz, Anthony J. Langford, 
Richard Hartwell, Gregory Vincent St. Thomasino

Featured Artist:Tomasz Wieja



As random and "illogical" as they are, dreams always refer to the viewer's
hidden world.
Mandalas - ilustrations of dreams – are shortcuts to the
subconscious Self.

© Tomasz Wieja, all rights reserved



Tomasz Wieja is a photo illustrator. His photographs are bridges between
the subconscious and the fgurative.
They serve both as symbol and form.
The Author is strongly infuenced by traditions of surrealism
and psychoanalysis.


The Dreaming is the realm of both questions and answers.

Current Issue and Features

Artwork 2014

Spring/Summer 2014 Artists 

Janne Karlson
Rex Sexton 
Tomasz Wieja

Photography 2014

Spring/Summber 2014 Photographers 

Mark Burchard  
Samantha Seto
Shane Armstrong 

Featured Contributor Spring/Summer 2014

Poet & Photographer/Mark Burchard

Mark Burchard, a former Motion Picture Costumer, was inspired by the
slaphappy moments in his 29
th film, “The Silence of the Lambs,” to try his
hand at writing comedy. He quickly moved on to include poetry, 
and memoir. Now with over 70 pieces in print, Mark is proud that his work
has appeared in such diverse publications as THE BATTERED SUITCASE,
THE STRAY BRANCH. Mark’s photographs were shown at the launch of
Little Episodes in London, and can be seen on the covers as well as within
the pages of many of the magazines mentioned above.
His filmography 
can be found at 






When the bells of newfound freedom rang
Hearts beat faster and angels sang!
And so to the County Clerk we took a trip.
Sweet was the moment you kissed my lips!

But a cruel thing happened before a year had passed.
What was vowed breathed it’s last.
For no known reason you walked a way
Nine months after our wedding day.

When the end abruptly comes
No earthly price or princely sum
Can repair the wealth of damage done
To one who loved, The Only One.




How cruel is the love that turned away
To bloom for another in early May!
Without a thought it was boldly wrought.
Were those years of kindness all for naught?

Gone is the touch that warmed the frost.
A heart is breaking. All seems lost.
With no sleep either day or night,
The darkness now is filled with fright.

The pain inside that once was love
Died to the song of a morning dove.




The love I loved was cheaply sold,
That love I treasured like princely gold.

Broken is the heart that’s left to bleed.
On thin air love cannot feed.

Was it all a big charade?
What became of the plans we made?

The wounds of nightmares cut too deep.
What have I done for this to reap?

This broken heart now makes a vow
To take that love and disavow
Its treasured kiss, someway, somehow.



Did you mean the words to your wedding vow?
Is a grave always dug by a single plow?

Love confirmed by a long caress.
An eternal bond, it was nothing less.

Those tears of joy were gently spun.
How did my heartstrings come undone?

Haunting visions of what could have been.
Our hopes and dreams are now a sin.

The dawn of love gave way to night
And a chilling cold that killed its light.




Was the evening that we met
A gift from hell or heaven sent?

Did the gods share a hellish laugh?
Do they giggle at the aftermath?

The war for love has now been braved.
Nothing matters. It can’t be saved.

This broken heart bleeds more each day.
The sound of steps as you walked away.

Nothing tonight is the way it seems.
All that’s left are shattered dreams.

The flood that filled this cup of tears
Drowned a heart that felt so young.
A heart made waste. The bee has stung.

What happened in that terrible flash
When a vibrant love turned to ash?

Unsuspecting, nothing in the past   
Prepared this man for its lash. 

Cracked Porcelains Under Cracked Glass

photo by Mark Burchard

To view more great poetry from this issue, get your copy here.

Featured Contributor Spring/Summer 2014

Poet / 
Gregory Vincent St. Thomasino


Gregory Vincent St. Thomasino’s new book of poetry is The Valise (Dead Academics
Press, 2012).  He lives in Brooklyn Heights, New York, where in his spare time he
writes at his blog, The Postmodern Romantic. 





Last night’s lunar pulse rocked the seacradle. 
This morning, ageless hues beset with creation, 

spirit, hands of clay. 
Wakened from Nether, the chimeric crease deepens:

Oh, vulnerose!  Proud stork! 
The palace gates are barred! 

With palette bare, with brush cocked,
I draw across sky’s belly—

out drop thought and stone, rains of ignobility. 
Captured, the bloody fetch of color

bleeds my canvas of its pallor. 
This sky is immaculate— 

My spirit glows of life
A billion years old.  

To view more great poetry from this issue, get your copy here.


Featured Contributor Spring/Summer 2014

Poet / 
Stella Santamaría


Stella Santamaría is a poet, artist and educator currently residing in Miami, Florida.  
She was born in Los Angeles, California in 1973 to a Guatemalan mother and Cuban
father.  Ms. Santamaría began writing poetry at the age of 16 while attending
Miami Senior High School.


Your visitor in lavatory last night*

Artwork by Janne Karlson


Your Visitor is in the Lavatory Tonight
Your Visitor in the Lavatory
how appropriate
did he crawl
out of the toilet
this time
stanky damp musty fur
did he slither
from under the door
he couldn't materialize
nor manifest
Your Visitor in Lavatory
reeks of car dung
inflamed overused veins
blood traced out
long clocks dang


In Between Spaces, a first book of poetry


by Stella Santamaria
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 To read more from this author as well as the poetry of many other great authors in this issue, get your copy here.


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