These are some samples of what we write so you can get a sense of what we like. 

Dana Stamps II 

The Luck of Fools

Once in a universe, maybe a multiverse, a child
is born, a complex set of molecules
coalescing into a simple cell, a first heartbeat, a single
chance in lifeless galaxy upon
lifeless galaxy, and then evolves a brain
as astonishing as the Big Bang,
but more exceptional than every treasure—that is
what we are, who we are, the wild
progeny of countless ancestors, both great
and infinitesimal, our family defying
entropy to grow and thrive—and when all the DNA,
those tiny double helixes are burned
in a manmade hothouse earth, the cock-
roaches, bacteria, birds, bees, flees, and Homo sapiens
gone, wiped from existence, denied a legacy,
history forgotten, love forgotten, all
of vast expanding space-time will be more alone
than the last cannibal down
on his callused knees, weak and starving
amid the ubiquitous skeletons and statues of heroes.

published in Main Street Rag

Affluenza

Dow Jones profits, the bull
those damned greedy
spillionaires gank for Them, the Banks.
And so craptacularly
unworkable that we procrasturbate,
hear biased infotainment
from duplicitous frenemy’s who inflict
ninjuries. So, we buy
jumbrellas for rainbombs.
All those doughmance prophets love
the stank chatterati. Con-
science? Its weathered implication
for Doomer vacations breeds
anticipointments, worse than McDisney’s
frankenfood. O flatuloquists!

published in Blue Collar Review

Get It Over With!
(for Guy)

A doomer’s trip along hot Cali’s rocky coast
before my slick convertible
Chevy was soon to be repossessed
by my too untender lender,
with only enough
cash for crumbs-n-gas, & carbonated
mineral water, enough 16.9 FL OZ bottles to last
until The Apocalypse,
when even Perrier must fall,
my tags, expired for well over a year,
by then a different color
altogether plain to any cruisers,
troubled me like El Niño, yet I drove north
up PCH, parking often
to enjoy the seagulls, cliffs, & bikinis.
Stranded, & still alive, this hoity-toity fizz is
finally gone. A hitchhiking
hobo now, I respect my Salvation
Army bought canteen. Leaking, it provides a trickle
down brackishness, tap water
for parched lips, spigot collywobbles.

published in THEMA

Jeff Green

The Commercialization of Jackie ONassis Blowing Her Nose

What happened to the news coverage
Or even posts on 4chan about those electrical substations?
Some say it was Antifa that shot up the substations
because Antifa was already spinning stories
about how a substation was shot up before the police were called.
The police say they found bullet casings, but not much else.
Say the whole grid goes down, that’s it, right?
That bell can’t be unrung?
There’s no way to localize the power
because it's all sourced from dams, electricity farms, nuclear power plants
or other large operations which are already high value targets.
The “experts” will say don’t fear monger or exaggerate how bad it will be.
They say Americans will work together and will get through it somehow.
They do not understand human suffering
They have no experience dealing with starving people.
Starving Americans will act no different than starving people in Mogadishu.
In fact, they will likely act much worse. Americans have never seen true hunger.
They didn’t grow up starving.
Americans will be viciously angry when they get hungry.
They will have no experience with the mental hallucinations brought on by hunger.
Looting, raping, and pillaging will be the norm.
I don’t care if they fix the electric grid a year later. Most Americans will be dead
and the only ones left will be the survivalists, the extremely lucky,
the larger, more well-organized gangs of looters,
and the strongest most brutal who left their souls at the starting gate
and did horrible things to survive.
Who will the engineers fix the grid for?
Will we all just forget what transpired and go back to work?
How do you get the warlords to give up their positions of power,
their soldiers and their harems of sexual slaves?
The day the electric grid goes down, America ceases to exist,
unless everyone has a Predator 3500 Watt SUPER QUIET Inverter Generator
from Harbor Freight