Jenny Santellano is a poet, wife, and mother who mixes words with blood. Her pen is inspired by the darker side of human nature. When not writing, she spends most of her time tending to her herd.
and too old
to hurt me
if you did
I deserve it
so at least
I can feel
like I believe
All Hail! Jenny Santellano wants to help other poets promote their work. If you have any poems you would like her to record and share on her YouTube and Twitter page, you can contact her at email@example.com. Here’s Jen reading your not-so-humble editor’s poem, “For this . . . though Still,” first published at Stepping Stones Magazine.
To hear more readings like this one, please visit Jenny S.
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is old enough to know better. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Horror Sleaze Trash, In Between Hangovers, Poetry Pacific, Record Magazine, and Synchronized Chaos. You can find him most days on his highly entertaining blog, evil delights.
steal your pleasure
it’s been years since i
have kissed a woman
i’m starting to get
rejected in my dreams
this is the drawback
to not making any
you have to get creative
to find a way to steal
but these broken bones
have seen enough
apathy wins more than
it used to these days
it’s too much to ask for
some goddess to come
along and save me
fuck, even jesus said no
but, when all hope is gone
there is always some soul
who is worse off
too bad no one can remember
a telephone number anymore
the train tracks
ass raped is
gonna be the
best poem to
lost souls in
seeking a better
All Hail! Speaking of uncomfortable laughter, here’s one more poem by J.J. Campbell. Give it a read, then click on the image itself to check out his awesome blog, evil delights . . .
Oh! If you’d like to read more of J.J.’s poetry here at the boo-tay, click here.
Peter Magliocco writes from Las Vegas, Nevada, where he occasionally edits the lit-zine ART:MAG. His recent sci-fi novel, SPLANX (2014), was published by Cosmic Egg Books.
Where Lorde Sunbathes Between Concerts
Someone brings you in a vision to me
where we share a last virtual meal
together on the dark net’s megabytes
The hungry groupies from Planet Hollywood
try to muscle in & panhandle us
until they spot our cannibal fare:
To think we dropped newborn babes
in time-warped cradles, just a few hours earlier
along the wavering banks of Rivertown.
Stoned photographers had a field day
zooming in on picturesque pools
where the spotted owls drowned
Screeching odes to deaf masters,
leaving a mélange of floating wings
russet-hued, sun-tanned brown
(“insert your favorite color!”
comes Cortana’s voice-mesh
from Microsoft shadows)
The Shape of Cybernetic Futures
I know the pagan priests have a beautiful sadness
praying for their lusts to grow
in the iconic chapel of limitless pleasures
beyond the deserts of Vegas.
I saw their acts of reverent sodomy
marry a man from a bestial species
into an in vitro race reared to condemn
the so-called sins of modern humanity
As political geeks spat righteous slogans
against abortion, gene-tampering, gun control
to overtake your sleeping mind’s infomercial
& leave it barren for commercial predators
(with their born again, unforgiving menace?)
they invade your digital “home & hearth”
While you’re asking, “Are we still free from
broken-hearted fears, gross submissions
we have no goddamn control over?”
Your family splintered by terrorist attacks,
your wife the victim of some lethal road rage,
your beautiful kid taken by pederasts
the priests of dollar stores pray for daily
Hidden by their everyday cyber-masks,
the dark net is their church of choice
as they reboot the wilderness about you
& place their Trump god on your broken pedestal.
All Hail! Peter Magliocco’s neo-speculative novel, The Burgher of Virtual Eden (PublishAmerica, 2009; America Star Books, 2017), is newly released, and available online as a Nook ebook. Simply click on the cover image below to enjoy . . .
As the editor of both BAD ACID LABORATORIES, INC. and Midnight Lane Boutique, I’m pleased to nominate the following poems for Sundress Publications’ 2017 Best of the Net Anthology. Please, feel free to click on the bold-faced title of each poem, and give ’em all a read . . .
BAD ACID LABORATORIES, INC.
From Issue #3:
From Issue #4:
From Issue #5:
Midnight Lane Boutique
As an editor, I found this one of the most enjoyable yet difficult projects I’ve undertaken thus far. For, it provided me the joy of once again reviewing work I’ve published. Yet, it also left me feeling ambivalent about my choices, given the many poems that are no doubt also deserving of a nomination.
Nonetheless, I wish to thank all the poets who have been published at my sites, and who’ve honored me by taking part in these two creative projects I oversee.
So, on that note . . . thank you all!
P.S. Submissions are open here at the boutique. Just click on the picture of Baphomet below to learn more . . .