Gloom Cupboard

There’s this rumor going around that the world didn’t end May 21, 2011, as some had predicted. Well, after looking around locally and reading the international news, I think the Jesus freaks had it right – sorta. The world did end. But it’s been a process. Not a day, but rather the stretch of our recent [...]

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Once upon a time immigrants had some radical ideas on labor, rights, democracy and society overall.  In May of 1886 in the cold streets of Chicago, they organized for the eight-hour workday and eventually were hanged.  Italians, Germans, Americans.  Anarchists, Socialists, Activists: Immigrants, all of them.  This issue has nothing to do with that whatsoever.  Happy May and [...]

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We’re going to start this off with an apologize on my behalf for being late. March’s issue has transformed into April’s issue.  It was magic. So, without further ado, we present you with bittersweet Johnnies, unknown killers, future literary divebar loners, readers of Kafka and Grouche Marx (that other Marxist) and quiet-minded genuises that speak without moving their [...]

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In this month’s issue we have poets (and at least one CIA agent) from far off places like The Eastern Republic of Florida, the Bay of the San Franciscans. Oh, and India.  All the poems herein taste salty. Luis Rivas Amber Bromer Gloomy Poetry Editors that Edit Gloomy Poetry for Gloom Cupboard, which isn’t really that gloomy [...]

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In this month’s issue Amber and myself bring you a collection of working class poetics, confessions of the insane, West Covina Madmen, Australian Anarchists and general poems with flu-like symptoms.  Enjoy but be forewarned: you will probably get sick. Luis Rivas Poetry Editor Amber Bromer New Poetry Scout Pumping Gas By John Grey I’m only pumping gas [...]

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In this chubby issue, Amber and myself bring you a greasy plate spilling over the sides with frightening and friendly ex-lovers, cold and calculating Canadians, documentarians of debauchery, nicotine fiends, odorous loners and overall disturbed and creative individuals, comforting themselves with the cuddly lie that just because I write about madness does not make me [...]

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Let’s see.  Amber Bromer and I (Luis Rivas – in case you’re too anxious to wait till the end to see who posted this) will be publishing poetry on a loosely monthly basis, featuring work from at least one quivering new poet to the brand-spanking-new-post-literate-digital-text literary world.  Each issue will have on average 10 to 12 poems. [...]

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Here we present another diverse group of voices for you to enjoy. Cheers! The Stain by Sadie Shorr-Parks He infested my afternoon Like maggots to the rot And stained everything with art. His eyes leaked into mine. They’re only oceans He said, once, while fidgeting His muscle-entangled arm. Then he scoured his brain for A [...]

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With Poetry #126, we offer a small selection of fine poems. We hope to accentuate the talent here by making this release of Gloom Cupboard concise and focused. Do enjoy! The War by Melody Feldman They say the war is coming You build a room beneath the stairs I bathe under iron curtains In bed [...]

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