Alphabitch-the ezine

Alphabitch Afterbirth

poetry with 'tude!

~Dig me Up, Luv~


Mmmm..taste the nectar of her sorrow,

rolled & matted a thousand times over

in eloquently, elegantly dressed maggots

Take the hand of the priestess of the dead...your death..

Dare to place unworthy, vile lips on marble fingertips

as you kneel; cowering in your own self-created filth of

whores past...while talons rip at flimsy flesh of your collar

as you smile your last...Prance in this most coveted immortal sleep

unending energy expended senselessly like the towering flames

licking the last of your entrails in the pyre in which you watch

yourself burn... All the while elemental laughter cackles in

mockery;admiration;challenge..and sorrow once more

poisoned tears of fermented joy into those

swollen ears of all those whom may hear

Skip along the graveyard of life..

digging up old foes only to

knock them down once more..for fun

for fun of being mortal, unstoppable

and dead before you know it..Euphoric ecstasy in the withering pain

of one's self-righteousness being lost..taken;stolen;offered;

suffered; and sacrificed unto your goddess of the unlife...

your Queen...Mistress...reptile-lover...


-*~Diana DiBiase

Diana is one of K's online friends & obviously an up & coming poetess in her own right...

one of the most remarkable women's festivities was the Stenia, otherwise known as the bitching festival. ...men had to stay way, for the Stenia was women's business...first, (they) exchanged insults, calling each other names, then gradually got as far as throwing dirt bombs. Everything short of drawing blood was allowed. ..after the Stenia life returned to normal, cleansed free of resentments.

Brave Arnad


Brave Arnad flew high up

in the airyhops

he looped de loople

I thought he'd never stop

He saucered ov'r

Auntie Willy's barn

unravelling in the skyshow

like a ball of yarn

Gertrid & saule

waved from the field

"Arnad," they shouted

then quickly kneeled

For the lad he went a spinning

hurly burl thru the air

He made old man Perstutski

do his best Fred Astaire

He flatted ole Bessy

and bran new Mr. Jones

he ran into China

and broke all her bones

A soundy then arouse as he

nailed lil Bobsy's pup

a buzzywuzzywuzzing sound

that made us all look up.

For out of the clouds

popped a shitload of men

sent for some oddy unknown reason

by the army & U.N.

Arnad looked up to watch

cracked his head ona tree

He was so busly watching them

he hardly couldn't see

The Unman then he trodded up

he tiched & said "too bad,

I knew knew this fine young boy

but I'm sure he was a lad."

Then the Unman leanied down

put his handy to his breast

unhooked a sharp mental

& stuck it in Arnad's chest

"You're a hero," said the Unman

who was genital first class

then trombled away snickedly

scratching at his ass

Now Arnad holds a placemat

in our grand hall of fame

All the bitty kidlets

sing onioning his name

me? and I'm still trying to figure it out.


- Anni Paisley.

Anni Paisley is one o' them local chantreuse & poetick types. All the bois who see her get instant Venus envy. soon there will maybe be a whole page of her stuff for you to look thru. But I thought this moldy old chestnut from her GPS days would show the grrl knows how to write with a twist of lennon

To guide another person to orgasm, to hold and caress, to provide companionship and initiation to new forms of sex, to embody the divine & embrace the seeker- these are healing & holy acts.

untitled

..by Alex Chovanek


Pyramids aline the top of these city spires

Golden dawn sunlight brightens new windows

manifesting dreams forever night

I've been waiting over the years

paid my unearthly dues

searching for the perfect melody

that would heal the battlefields

I've walked Hades's edges

stared into the depths

hoping for a pure vision to change enemies

I've courted to angels

built her mystic temples

enriched unholy servants

returning from Baal
on&on&on

Travelling to unfamiliar places

touching joy's happy traces

a wanderer among the heavenly.


Alex is one of those mad roaddoggy poets you meet in some weird backstreet cafe raving like Keroac at 4am over a steamy espresso...in this case tho, I met him at noon in the free-lunch line in Olympia Washington. look out for the boy... he's a hella good writer!

Ok, it may be true you can't be friends with everybody, but just because someone doesn't look or think like you do, that doesn't give you the irrevocable right to crowd someone else's space so you can feed your own insecure ego, UNDERSTAND? If you want to get your aggressions out, get into a band, start a zine, or get in the fucking pit & mosh your ass off. that's what it's there for.

Alphabitch   Afterbirth-   it's   not   your   parents'   zine!!

"reject conformist ideas

reject republican views

& take the crown off Jesus' head before you kick it"
-Czarria,drummer for KinderWhore.

the Crucifixion of Ernest Borgnine


by Aliester Cabbegus & Master Thalamus


Double entant that the meek inherit

Divide 5 ways so that we can share it

Open yr eyes & yr polytheistic

Diabolick are the ways ov thee mystic

Defy & you lose yr grip

wake up, you're on a sinking ship

Cliche,there's really nothing new,

Touche, we're just as bad as you

Everything's true when you know it's false

Quadruple amputee with rosy cross

Give me your tongue, I'll cut off yr head

You'd fuck yr dad but yr cock is dead

Your pubis rings like a crown ov thorns

incubus hypnotist, the phallus adorns

worship it, praise it,call it the one

jerk it, pound it, fire yr gun.

You're too keen, you're so sublime

I can see it's just a waste ov time

Those who have ears don't always hear

and those who have hearts always die.

Goodbye.


throw her in jail

do not tell the Tv

this is important

So pretend it is nothing

Water down her blood

until it is thin

& runs into the sand

Cover the spot with a large stone

& pretend she was never there.

We are drowning

in words of so little consequence

While the visionaries

are making sculptures in the desert

the masses are forbidden to see.


-Jill Reinhumer

I saw this one on a Seattle bus, & thought it was neat.

the darkness within them

rose up & engulfed her

took her hostage,

And her soul was with the night

Their eyes shining sharply

Almost cutting, like knives

They gleamed with their

mouths open wide.

The points of their teeth

were so white they were blinding

And they laughed

at the darkness within them.

Their laughter surrounded her

So she couldn't breathe

Was being suffocated

by the darkness within them

It terrified her, and they knew it.

It just made the darkness stronger.

It made the eyes sharper

the mouths opened wider

the laughter got louder

Can she make it out of this awful void?

Has the darkness gotten to her?

She should run from the night

Escape from the darkness

Before it completely overwhelms...

but too late.

Her eyes gleam

almost cutting, like knives

Her blinding teeth show

with her mouth opened wide

And she laughed.

It is laughter,

at the darkness within her.


-Lauren Martin

who has a very keen zine of her own called Boredom Sux.


> *~Alphabitch Afterbirth- it's good for you!~*

tossing spinning,dancing

singing, not dreaming

the night is here at the devil's sabbat

we are all on our knees begging to please.

we got what we need

we twist away the flesh

trying to be the best.

what the devil says,the demons do

to fuck the devil is to dance thru the rain

we got what we need

oh we love to feed

twist away flesh,

oh how we love the best.


-Maegan Nadeau

is this grrl I met thru Ozzy (see his poem on a earlier page) who was in his class. last I heard, she's in Alaska now.

Ever try to finger the darkness?

Feel up the thick rhythm of enhuged things

when they're sleeping? Swollen pillows invite your sweet tooth

to blow them (up bigger)

to cotton-batten-cloud size

those decommisioned thunderpuffs

simply gone insane.

Kinda got fret-ready for

sneaking into your dewatered swimming pool

before plunging in. And sure to

please a crowd of homeless mice.

But beware benny

be able to boast about this on the way out of your skull

Almight good for another cruise-a-fix

of cum-on-her-stomach

what certainty could be more silicon real?

same as your basic squat & gobble.


-Jim DeWitt
Jim has probably gotten his stuff printed in more zines than anyone in the universe! but you got to admit, the guy is interesting...

all haiku is really dumb

Haiku is really stupid

I hate all haiku


-chip.

Drip drop,drip drop

Showers of the soul

Echoing the emptiness

of heart.

Ever rushing streams...

Seep with oily evil

Bleed it dry.

Torrents of warmth

Gushers of mortality

Exposing nothingness

sheer darkness entwined

Among the lack lustre shine

of humanism

Drip drop,drip drop

Slow resting of the body

Hollow echoes of the mind

Mirroring

Silent screaming of the soul

Liquid life....

Float free

run free.

Grant blessed numbness

How violent the silence

Drip drop,drip drop

body marked soul


-wmsf

from a zine on self-cutters...& the support groups that try to understand this.

Alphabitch   Afterbirth-   stays   crunchy   in   milk!

~...rings of forever...~

wild saturday posessions

thorny halo ascension

heroin(e) martyr

slipping down to his knees

dope fiend preacher

meditative whore

anglican beast

bastard saint...


-*~Diana DiBiase

they jailed my reputation

& scarred my name

sulphurous, your smile

the poppy unfolds...

imagining its extinction

mayflies dance for their day

frayed wings, thunderclap

fractured light

On the flip-side of spirit

tumble the void,

crushed glass in aspic

the pain of yr remember'd face

harsh instruments

the thoughts that breathe, words that burn.


for Shelli -*~K

the notorious *~K has been a token male & honary bytch since Alphabitch was first conceived. Check out some of his other stuff, the boi rocks!

Alphabitch Afterbirth.

submissions of prose, short stories, & B+W artwork being taken for the new paper version of this zine. Back issues of 1-9, my chapbook MOIROLOGI, *~K's chapbook ACEDIA, & other goodies at the same address. If you want to be in the online version, email your writings or scan of your artwork to:
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