I Wish You Well on Your Transmigration; A Comparison of Two Poems by Cerebella

I Wish You Well on Your Transmigration; A Comparison of Two Poems by Cerebella by Matt Ronquillo There is an energy that resonates when a space-cadet poet like Haggard and Halloo’s notoriously strange “Cerebella” decides to write about universal issues that her peers can relate to. I’m not strictly talking about other poets when I […]

Continue Reading

How to Pull a Driver’s Side Door off a Ford Explorer in a Junkyard after You’ve Fucked Your Life up (Part 2)

How to Pull a Driver’s Side Door off a Ford Explorer in a Junkyard after You’ve Fucked Your Life up (Part 2) by Matt Ronquillo “Here I am,” you’ll sing, “on the road again,” having commandeered your father’s truck while your driver’s license is still technically active. You’d drunk six cups of coffee for breakfast […]

Continue Reading

How to Pull a Driver’s Side Door off a Ford Explorer in a Junkyard after You’ve Fucked Your Life up (Part 1)

How to Pull a Driver’s Side Door off a Ford Explorer in a Junkyard after You’ve Fucked Your Life up (Part 1) by Matt Ronquillo For this to work, you’ll need to have a good CD already loaded into the stereo of your 94 Ford Explorer before you and Jose drive over to the Goat […]

Continue Reading

Review of The Parallax: Hypersleep Dialogues

The Parallax: Hypersleep Dialogues (2011) is an EP from the metal band Between the Buried and Me. Their first release through Metal Blade Records, it’s a science fiction death metal sort of concept album. And no, genre convergences like this aren’t very common if that sounded weird. Science fiction and heavy metal fans both share […]

Continue Reading

Fluxed

Fluxed by Matt Ronquillo Sounds of the young and upset: Twang-rang-pot-bang (tornado dance in the kitchen), like roof shingles sky-flipping in the wake of my orange sneakers I’m an amphetamine-snot-rocketing- counter-clock-wise-ass, redhead hair-whipping spiraling alone Aiming for purgatory, yet perpetually older, a flesh-bordered, fluxed enclosure, speeding through myself, yet (.) When you’re my age time […]

Continue Reading

Viola

Viola by Matt Ronquillo A pioneer at forefront Once hanging from a hook in a void room Trying to fit abstract, revolving patterns into other ones Now thrashes perpetually in the wake Darling smiles cracked at skies receding Red dragging him instead of forward movement Toward all-revealing horror glimpses Vague as a state that keeps […]

Continue Reading

Ran

Ran by Matt Ronquillo Stagnancy deactivated like psycho-Texas-era-revival-mode. Like using the same preposition too much to describe everything. Fuck wasting time. The bone-encased anti-homing device haunts itself relentlessly with a dark between the beams that looms inward perpetually, that already went and ran inside and side-wound around my well intentioned output with prior behavior in […]

Continue Reading

Featherhead

Featherhead by matt ronquillo I’ve spent my whole life building a vehicle to launch myself into space with, but I’ll probably flame out, crashing into river rocks, grating into gravel with a serrated thunder clap, spitting a thirty-two-batch enamel coated bullet tooth parade. End up a corpse in someone’s drinking water. I wonder if they’ll […]

Continue Reading

Scattered

Scattered by matt ronquillo Curling along a drawl tied to tongue alongside the flowing water’s current were sparks of a greater meaning as glimmers do among collective rivers: “Nothing divides a people who strive in common like the trampling actions just beyond the merest acknowledgment of a group’s collective power taking precedence over what contentment […]

Continue Reading