Literary Orphans

epiphanies of the vixens: their crimes of passion by Peter Marra

blue_lagoon_with_views_by_Jan Rockar

in Tinseltown, the air is loaded with the aroma of sweet things
clothed in leather and steel

Traveling blurred as she ran her tongue across tightened muscles
further further contraction cum burst

three more behind her
the screen does a little more.
Can’t you?

a Porn Star martyr / espionage agent
the lover’s voice was growing thick with agony
Sin became her nickname

camera time behind the scenes
rocket experiments with lovers
she ran her fingers up and down
sticky hands and a blazing twisted smile

made an entrance pouty lips
that belied the real rage
she hissed
jerking the door

brief pause

walking into an exposure
just sultry enough

the clinic contains samples of faces spun in regret
archived and indexed for further study

her fingernails drew thick lines down a face
swallowed some scraped flesh
she was embarrassed
and they approved before vanishing

she turned over and knelt
eyes opened and she watched as
hands were rubbed together mindlessly
sucking with passion as she looked the part
“And cut!”
never leaving

the clinic contains samples of painful glances
archived and indexed for further study
moaned as she hummed
plugged in to be happy but accused on camera
they took her into the museum of her rage
and baptized her while licking time in between
serenity blast slight drums between her legs
throbbing eyes the sweat cascaded out of their brain

a group fuck on a stranded lawn
middle of nowhere she tried to tell them
it isn’t mindless
just a masquerade
just pretend for now
Scorpio rising towards her
as she spits needles into
naked flesh buried under the freeway

vacant pictures flood in from yesterday
kiss the liquid representations of past loves
while you watch the cars crash outside the picture window
assassinate the EMT workers when they arrive
because this is how it should always be

homo sapiens with retractable morals
and a slender female gender drools at the
sounds of razors being stropped
while stale eyes glaze over at midnight
what are you afraid of?
over and over she asked once more
until the church clock started rolling
slid into other words,
one family member was continuously shooting

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A native New Yorker, Peter continues to reside in New York City.

His earliest recollection of the writing process is, as a 1st grader, creating a children’s book with illustrations. The only memory he has of this project is a page that contained a crayon drawing of an airplane caught in a storm. The caption read: “The people are on a plane. It is going to crash. They are very scared.” A Dadaist and Surrealist, Peter Marra’s writings explore alienation, addiction, love, secrets, and obsessions. He has had over 200 poems published either in print or online in over 25 journals. Peter’s latest published work is

approximate lovers (downtown materialaktion) published by Bone Orchard  Press:


Peter’s e-chapbook Sins of the Go-Go Girls, was published in 2013 by Why Vandalism? Press:

peep-o-rama available as a Kindle Edition at Amazon:…/dp/B00GVM4QQU


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–Art by Jan Rockar

–Art by Plamen Stoev

–Art by Joel Hohner