Bio: Victor's latest
collection is titled, In All These Naked Pictures Of Us. Selected pieces of his work have appeared in
print or online in, Chiron Review;
The Beatnik Cowboy; Eleventh Transmission;
Crab Fat Literature; NEAT; Dead Snakes; Blink Ink; Zombie Logic Review; and coming soon to Poetry Pacific; Your One Phone Call; BAD ACID
LABORATORIES, INC.; and the Poems-For-All
project. Victor’s work has also appeared in anthologies published by Lady Chaos Press.
Ashes, but Okay
Never
hesitate
to
be the
one
who
starts
the
fire,
and
then
stands
in
the
center
of
it;
make
this
god-
damn
world
rush
to
you,
and
if
nobody
ever
comes
then
just
burn
alone,
and
write
poetry
from
the
sweet
little
smoked
out
spot
behind
your
charcoal
eyes—
just
like
the
rest of
us
burnt-
up-beautiful
fuckers
do.
Concentration
"Yes,"
I told her,
"I
love them both,
your
right one and
your
left one."
"Is
there one of
them
that you love
more
than the other?"
I
paused slightly, and
thought
deeply to
myself—
Jesus
Christ, they're
just
eyes, Lady.
And
you can certainly
close
them now,
for
all I care,
because
honestly,
I
feel like we both
screw
each other better
with
our eyes closed
tightly
anyway—
“Why
so quiet?” she
asked.
“I’m
just thinking
again,”
I told her,
as
I slipped my sleeping
pants
off and rolled
to
her side, under
the
sheets.
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