Dear Folks,

at the Ramingo we are quite busy with real life stuff so we are not able to publish any kind of content you submitted in the past or you want to submit in the future. Nothing worring, we’ll be back one of these days. Meanwhile, keep reading contents we already published. There’s a lot of great poems and short stories on our pages.

Sorry again for the disease but we are sure you’ll understand it.

Keep writing folks!

The Ramingo Staff

The Ramingo’s Porch – “Words Flow Like A River” A Poem By J. J. Campbell

words flow like a river

there are days where
my ego just wants to
lay back and let the
genius flow
that fucker thinks
this shit is easy
i just snap my fingers
and the words flow
like a river
those are the rare
the rest of the time
is stuck down there
with the scars and
memories that would
make a serial killer
blush at times

J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) was raised by wolves yet managed to graduate high school with honors. He’s been published most recently in Dumpster Fire Press, The Rye Whiskey Review, Synchronized Chaos, The Beatnik Cowboy and The Black Shamrock Magazine. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (

Always More, By John D Robinson

Horror Sleaze Trash

Horror Sleaze Trash proudly presents the poems of John D Robinson.

“These are survivor poems, battle scarred verse that hits the soul and assaults the frontal lobe. Here is a poet who has lived several lives and emerged on the other side intact.”

—Joseph Ridgwell, author of Burrito Deluxe

“This book is not decorative art. This book is not the exercise of the commercial artisan. This book is stripped of 21st century consumer bullshit. This book is a way in to what matters. Get ready. It is going to hurt. And you will love it.”

—Henry Stanton, UnCollected Press


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The Ramingo’s Porch – “An Armchair Adventure In North America” & “The Poet Sings A Wild Hymn To The Universe Within” By Mike Mahoney

An Armchair Adventure In North America

smoking a joint i sit in armchair  

       in North America  

trying to think about it all,  

                       trying to understand –  

trying to hold the moving image of eternity  

                              in my head –  

how a planet 4&ahalf billion years old  

       in a galaxy 220million times  

                       the width of our Solar System  

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The Ramingo’s Porch – “Inbox” and “The Last Step” Two Poems By Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal


Stop looking in your inbox.
You are not going to stop
being a writer and you

are not going to care if
the rejections keep coming.

The name of the game
is to empty out the contents
of your soul and your feelings.

Immortality is only
for the ones who are alive. Continue reading