Rally

Someone’s heart-to-heart is another’s
scuttlebutt sesh.
 
Corpulence was harnessed to help me
channel the weight within me.
 
When you are grounded in a desert, it
is imperative to imagine a wellspring.
 
Some questions are not meant to be
asked. The answers come unasked.
 
When scars sculpt their story on us, no
cosmetic surgeon is of use.
 
If the premise of a joke is based on lies,
is it ethical to laugh?

Sanjeev Sethi is an award-winning poet who has authored eight poetry collections. His poems have been published in forty countries and appear in over 600 journals and anthologies. He lives in Mumbai, India.

Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many mounds of snow.  His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly, Fixator Press, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Red Fez, and The Oklahoma Review.

Lit, Filed and Cashed

A lone lamp-post flickering at the end of a dead-end street
on a cold, foggy /misty Sunday night in the industrial part of a
town that was at least big enough, once, to
have had an industrial part, but is now
all abandoned warehouses, vacant lots and empty
storefronts, these days; you know, rat and
meth-head infested
insurance
frauds that
have
sat
there
for
years, just
waiting to
be lit, filed and cashed,
which (issues of morality
aside), I’ve always thought was up there with fucking
with the Mafia or the CIA, , i.e. something
you just do not do, brother.

Jason Ryberg lives part-time in Kansas City, MO
with a rooster named Little Red and a Billy-goat named
Giuseppe, and part-time somewhere in the Ozarks,
near the Gasconade River, where there are also many
strange and wonderful woodland critters. 

Off or on the nomads’ track

Salamanders gamboled outside as he
dined on radicchio & the deep-fried
antennae of microwave satellites. Else-
where there was birdsong, & titles
embroidered on the red caps of elderly
travelers escaping their Winnebago in
search of lunch. He recognized none
of the proffered titles — not that that
mattered. Some languages were never
meant to become the common tongue.

Mark Young was born in Aotearoa / New Zealand but now lives in a small town in North
Queensland in Australia. He has been publishing poetry for over sixty-five years, & is the author
of around eighty books, primarily text poetry but also including speculative fiction, vispo, non-
fiction, & art history. Recently published books include Balance, from Neo-Mimeo Editions,
Nualláin House, Monte Rio, California & From the Cave’s jukebox, from Sandy Press, Santa
Barbara, California.

Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

Did you see the wolf in sheep’s clothing?
It was tired of being a bad human being.
When a wolf leaves you bleeding, it is
what they do. When a human being leaves
you bleeding, it is assault, attempted
murder, a violent act of malice. It is best
to be a wolf the human being thought, 
so it transformed itself with magic. The
human being with his evil heart was no 
more. The wolf went on howling as it
navigated the landscape dressed as the
sheep it killed. Its bite was as precise 
as the butcher’s knife. Some nights it
wished it was human again, but the magic
spell was irreversible and binding.

Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal was born in Mexico, lives in California, and works in Los Angeles. 
His poetry has appeared in Blue Collar Review, Fixator Press, Impspired, Mad Swirl, The Rye Whiskey Review,Unlikely Stories, and Yellow Mama Magazine. His most recent poems have appeared in Four Feathers Press.

Competition Zero

Seeing ‘Division’ as a Focal Point
… to muster Unity of Action
amongst those left straggling
outside of ‘The Light’…
was the Beginning of the Rise
of the ‘Incompetent’ to the Top
(or so the ‘Delusional’ thought).
You cannot ask for ‘Fair Play’
off someone who’s envious,
it just doesn’t work like that…
they’re weak and not in control
of themselves, hence ‘Projection’.
“If they put that much ‘Energy’
into bettering themselves…
maybe they’d get somewhere
… and not be so eaten up
with all that Jealousy and Hatred,”
someone once said in frustration.
“You need ‘Talent’ there
in the first place… to PUT that
‘Energy’ into,” I explained,
“Otherwise, you’re a Comedian
without any decent fucking Jokes.”

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer who deals in the Lowlife, Outsider, and Outlaw genres.  He wrote his first poem as a teenager following his release from the (Infamous) Borstal ‘HMP Portland’, and he has been creating Literary Terrorism ever since. His novel “Crazy Like Emotion”, collection of shorter fiction “Kicking Back Drunk ‘Round The Candletree Graves”, and full-length poetry collections “The Dark Side Of British Poetry: Book 1 of Urban, Cinematic, Degeneration”, “It Is Big And It Is Clever: Book 1 of A Punk Rock Hostile Takeover” and “South Wales Outlaw: Book 2 of A Punk Rock Hostile Takeover” are all available by Close To The Bone Publishing.

flood

salt dancing after a storm, turning into alluvium
& falling into faults of bedrock-self

our construction of colors begins
& ends with the mind’s
white palimpsest

erosion follows the path of least resistance

trust = belief

Jonathan Hayes lives in Oakland, California.

Pollinators

The cimarron sways into
the thunderhead, kissing wind.
The snap overhead ends
any conversation about
friends with benefits.

The kids–bright leaflets–reel 
with so much intention.
Begone or bygone—
the black humus still engenders.

Caleb Puckett lives in Kansas. His books include Tales from the Hinterland, Market
Street Exit and Fate Lines/ Desire Lines, among others.

RetroHakked — [Another Random Cut-Up Series Creation]

the war dialers, password crackers, dumpster diving, social engineering,
phreaking, LOD

– still meant something

Scott C. Holstad has authored 75+ books & is happy to report his first book of poetry in years
was just published by Alien Buddha Press in October 2025. Surviving Immortality Again is a
132-page paperback containing 90 poems available through Amazon. He’s also a previous
Fixator Press contributor.

Crucify the Adjectives

Words are empty.
Nothing more than a weighty abstraction
bouldered down through human history.
In essence, nothing more than mere constructions—
sculpted gutturals insanitizing the masses into herd poisoned cliques and countries.
The words are heavy and heady.

One day they will bring forth the end
of the so-called sapient humans

Heath Brougher is the editor in chief of Concrete Mist Press. He is a multiple nominee for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net Award as well as recipient of Taj Mahal Review’s 2018 Poet of the Year Award. His most recent publications are “Beware the Bourgeois Doomsday Fantasy” (Sandy Press, 2024) and “Change Your Mind” (Alien Buddha Press, 2019).