I party hard and dance ‘til three
drink fine champagne as if it’s tea.
I fill my flute and gulp it whole -
may God have mercy on my soul.
I drink to keep the ghosts at bay
or else they’d haunt me night and day.
When you need bread I offer coal -
may God have mercy on my soul.
You know I’m just a piece of shit
with torrent words of stinging wit
and matrimony’s not my goal -
may God have mercy on my soul.
-by Mercedes Webb-Pullman
Mercedes Webb-Pullman graduated from IIML Victoria
University Wellington New Zealand with her MA in Creative Writing 2011. Her
work appears online and in print (Danse Macabre, Turbine, 4th Floor, Swamp,
Reconfigurations, The Electronic Bridge, poetryrepairs, Connotations Press, The
Red Room, many anthologies, and her books
Ono, Looking for Kerouac, After the Danse, Numeralla Dreaming, Food 4
Thought, Tasseography and Bravo Charlie Foxtrot) She lives on the Kapiti Coast,
New Zealand.
Painting Courtesy: Shota Voskanyan
Shota Voskanyan was born in 1960 in Yerevan, Armenia. He Studied at the Moscow University of Arts
and he is a member of the Union of Artists of Armenia since 1995. He did his
personal and collective exhibitions all
over the world.
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