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DRUNK MONKEYS IS A Literary Magazine and Film Blog founded in 2011 featuring short stories, flash fiction, poetry, film articles, movie reviews, and more

Editor-in-chief KOLLEEN CARNEY-HOEPFNEr

managing editor

chris pruitt

founding editor matthew guerrero

POETRYBlue Scout (Nuri Alexander)by Thomas R. Thomas

POETRYBlue Scout (Nuri Alexander)by Thomas R. Thomas

Drunk Monkeys

Carlos Castaneda
ate my friend

took the girl
I knew and
swallowed
her whole

lied to the world

look, she’s
a blue mist
he said

couldn’t even
keep his
story straight

the ashes
of Castaneda
chewed her up
and spit her
bones in the
deep desert

Thomas R. Thomas publishes the small press Arroyo Seco Press. publications include Carnival, Pipe Dream, Bank Heavy Press, Chiron Review, Electric Windmill, Marco Polo, and Silver Birch Press. His books are Scorpio (Carnival), and Five Lines (World Parade Books). the art of invisibility (Dark Heart Press) is coming Fall 2015. His website isthomasrthomas.org. 

More Poetry
POETRYThe Witch
POETRYThe Witch

a little too close
to where my ex and I
wanted to live

POETRYThe Devil’s Fingers
POETRYThe Devil’s Fingers

spider up her thigh in the dimly lit room
held down, stared down
embers of the abyss snap around her

POETRYLast Names
POETRYLast Names

My father sexually abused me.
When I got married,
I hyphenated my name.

No one questioned it at the time.
But in the middle of my parents’ late divorce,
everyone wants to know about names.

POETRYShe Followed Him Down
POETRYShe Followed Him Down

the face of a man beside her bed.

Some
ill in the       room.

POETRYThe Eyes of the Abyss
POETRYThe Eyes of the Abyss

Nietzsche warned us not to look
long into the abyss, or it will look long
into us.

POETRYHe Knew There Was More
POETRYHe Knew There Was More

It was       finally
his home until
abruptly
his mind flashed
all the times he had entered       a
boy

POETRYLove Conquers All
POETRYLove Conquers All
POETRYAlready Vulnerable
POETRYAlready Vulnerable

i was depressed,
and i wanted
to take a
walk;
you said you'd join me—
didn't mean i wanted
netflix and chill,

POETRYSickness
POETRYSickness

it happened before words came
to tell me how to feel about it
newly connected neurons torn apart
or perverted— 
forever firing blanks into the microbiological air

POETRYLessons
POETRYLessons

As a child
The lessons taught
Can bring a pain never thought.

The lessons on trust
And heartache
Sear the soul. 

POETRYCollidedby Amy Galloway

POETRYCollidedby Amy Galloway
POETRYIn Uteroby Mary Schmidt

POETRYIn Uteroby Mary Schmidt
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