Punk Monk Press/Magazine

                                                         I don't know, man.                                                        The odds are twenty five thousand to one.                                                        Helicopters above the house now.....                                                        thuck, thuck, thuck, thuck, thuck, thuck...                                                        You crazy fuck.                                                        Stop talking so loud.                                                        And you from the north,                                                        not one of those southern drama queens.                                                        Have to make a run for it.                                                        Drop and roll.                                                        I don't read the tabloids.                                              

A print edition's coming. Super DIY. Dotting the i's, seeking printers, etc. Will TRY to add a link if anyone wants a copy (price will be free- you'll just pay shipping). Previously published poets included in the print edition will soon be informed, and sent a copy for free (I'll pay shipping). Submission guidelines soon to be updated also. Oh, and we gotta FB page now ------> Keep it visceral, Taylor

eyes, the idea of ancient becomes black beacons, time-travelled testimonials to consumptive power. Terminology amalgamized: good evil. Necessitative hunger. Living carnality. Thrashing instincts: feed, fuck. Survive, the path in which we quake. --A.J. Huffman