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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

POETRYCollidedby Amy Galloway

POETRYCollidedby Amy Galloway

Drunk Monkeys

The season of our severance
I collided with myself

The cold hard truth ducking
under a shower of rice

Bitter lemonade
A summer under ice

Weeds dug in deeper
choking the lilies

Drowning in the pool
I crawled into the garden

Slept with the slugs
ate mud

In fall I fell
red maple and oak leaf

Dead spiders and acorns
inside a rotting pumpkin

I couldn't move
I missed you

Amy Galloway a writer who is also a wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend, teacher, and always, a reader. She loves to observe people and try to capture their essence with words. She looks for the magic in each experience and tries to give it a voice. She find comfort and wisdom in nature and looks to the natural world for inspiration. 

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. 

POETRYWe All Got a Secret Sideby Trish HopkinsonWriter of the Month

POETRYWe All Got a Secret Sideby Trish HopkinsonWriter of the Month
POETRYBlue Scout (Nuri Alexander)by Thomas R. Thomas

POETRYBlue Scout (Nuri Alexander)by Thomas R. Thomas

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