by John Doyle
9173 was my ID code for work,
typing in my name, I'd type in this number,
be this unrustable machine.
McGoohan would've been so proud.
the alarm code for some shithole I lived in,
south of the city,
me romantic tales of the southside of the city,
called "Penelope" there,
Porsches, wore white collars and yellow cuffs.
window I saw a guy drive past—
like King Carlos of Spain.
some random number
also be a number someone's throat
is it you,
do you even
have time to read
is from County Kildare in Ireland. He returned to writing poetry in February
2015 after a gap of nearly 7 years. Since then, he's had 6 collections
released, including Leaving Henderson County, in 2020. He is writing his
first novel at present and works as a journalist.
Rosmus is a Jersey
girl who looks like a Mob Wife & talks like Anybody’s from West Side
Story. She works out 5-6 days a week, so needs no excuse to drink or do
whatever the hell she wants She’s been published in the usual places, such as Shotgun
Honey, Hardboiled, A Twist of Noir, Megazine, Beat to a Pulp, Out
of the Gutter, Mysterical-E, and Rock and a Hard Place. She
is the editor/art director of the ezine, Yellow Mama. She’s a Gemini, a
Christian, and an animal rights activist. She has recently been branching out
into photo illustration, under the guidance and mentoring of Ann Marie Rhiel.