Pies&Poems

    Geek Orthodoxy   Saturday night We gather 'round the black coffee table– The clickety-clack of polyhedral dice Is punctuated by sudden imprecations  And innovations of profanity  Uttered in the common tongue   A half-eaten box of cheese pizza Sits beside a two-liter of Mountain Dew Each surrounded by a cadre of miniatures Meticulously positioned to appear  As though they are about to feast  On the left-overs   These are our rites and sacraments The unholy communion of grease and sugar Taken in remembrance of His Holiness Leroy Jenkins– Patron Saint and Guardian of the Murder Hobo May he guide our mighty blades Onward to victory       Shaun Jex lives in Dallas, Texas with his wife, two children, and a small menagerie of animals. His work has appeared in publications like Light Poetry Magazine, Cowboy Jamboree, The Quarantine Review, Dirigible Balloon, Celebrations Magazi...

  I remember the  one time I trafficked pizza... To be distributed for free,  but nonetheless  I thought I was cute & funny bringing Little Caesar to stab Pizza the Hut  in the back  for only offering one free slice to the first so many people not understanding there's no such thing as free lunch or a free concert without a sponsor While Macaulay Culkin  sang with his band who parodied songs by the Velvet Underground with pizza references I handed out slices getting high-fives from hipsters and  hardcore punks We were all just happy to share a love of things that do not normally collide including one another in this hostile city Christine Veasey feels that Live, Laugh, Love equals Pizza, Tacos, Ice Cream. Mushroom is her favorite topping.  Christine publishes micropoetry under the handle  @honneylovepoems on Twitter.

Pizza Flavored Love   Whenever I see a slice, New York style, I think of you.   your kiss hot with pepperoni grease, your tongue coated in mozzarella, your warm garlic butter breath on my neck,   It was the delivery my soul needed. Nacho Cheese Vitamin Supplement   inject me with enriched nacho cheese supplement, it’s the only way to get the vitamin D that this winter will never provide,   mainline that liquid gold into my veins,   press the needle into my flesh, then depress my depression like you do the hypo’s pump,   watch the ever-living smile march across my broken, furry teeth as you unsnap the tourniquet and see that cheese slide its way to my brain, my heart.   Jeremy Scott is from Albany, Georgia. He is @possiblyarhino on Twitter and in real life. His work has been published or is forthcoming in All Guts No Glory Zine, Angel Rust Magazine, BOMBFIRE, Fifth Wheel...

  Halle Prenaeta (she/her) enjoys writing short stories and poetry and gets her ideas from random life experiences. When she’s not writing, she’s either watching YouTube or playing Animal Crossing. Her Twitter handle is @YaTheatreNerd . You can check out more of her work here .

pizza rats deserve the world nyc has the best pizza in the world and if you say otherwise i’ll fight you in the sewer with two rats tied around my hands and two pigeons lifting me up by the shoulders. one time my formerly brooklynite father directed me to luigi’s pizza. the sourdough crust made me want to transform into a hawk so i could steal slices from dive-bombed customers. 2bros cradled me through broke and drunken nights. artichoke basille replaced my heart. lombardi ’s could stuff me into a brick oven and i ’ d happily lick its insides.   my hometown is beautiful and impossible and we have the best pizza in the world. i went to maryland one time and had pizza in dessert pie crust. that pizza made me want to transform into a hawk so i could snatch it from customers’ hands and then fly back to nyc to get them some real pizza.   but lately i’ve been thinking about how nyc is just one cell in the animal of earth. i’m an anxiety dream turned flesh, built for ch...