I’m archaic in my filigree ways. How I want you, but how I detest to show my deepest love for you. The angels gather when you speak. A tangled triumph of love becomes you. It’s as if you know all the notes and play them on my heart. You’ve unlocked my secret; to die in …
It's Free Thought Thursday and the prompt is INSATIABLE. Link to your response in the comments below. Feel free to share the prompt too. On Sunday we will post our top three. We look forward to reading your responses.
It only takes the sound of glass breaking to remind me of the taste; wet concrete and burned rust. Last week I sat in a bar facing a drizzly street and stared at my own reflection for hours as humanity shuffled by. The gangly barman, who’d been hopelessly flirting with his co-worker, dropped 125mls of …
The following poem is from Kindra M. Austin's upcoming poetry collection, Twelve. Enjoy. Until There's Nothing Left My heart itches in the dark, and I can hear a scratching— sounds like millions of insects marching over a coffin. I want to make my fingers into tiny shovels— dig until there’s nothing left. …
A gloomy morning walk,
8am without sunrise
and I find myself in a graveyard
paying respects to strangers;
thankful there is no one here
I knew or loved.
Those graveyards are elsewhere
and lack paths to line the headstones.
In some places it is overgrown
and uneven – an endless reminder
the dead rest beneath you
with secrets you hope they will never tell;
they are my teeth and tongue.
Not every grave is left
The flattened grass reveals
the tombs I return to;
my still beating heart,
my recurring dreams
and memories of every boy
and every man I’ve loved
or worshipped or despised so much
I called it love.
These tombs are the tidiest
but adorned with dead flowers
I never change, just adjust
or add to; week old blooms
I left to die on my windowsill.
And the church beside them
is made of bone, my…
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Sudden Denouement is a community of special people. I don’t know if we would have made it without you. Collectively, we are working on how to be of assistance to one who has brought such joy to people all over the world. We have your back. More details will be forthcoming on how we can help be of assistance to Georgia in her time of need. Material things can be replaced, luckily you and your dog survived. Our thoughts and prayers are with you.
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A number of SD collective writers and members have stepped up to donate the next 3 months of their royalties to the rebuild efforts…
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Incredible work 💛
It is late, the dark has started weaving nests into crannies. I’m drunk. We’ve only known each other a few weeks.
“I don’t want this,” I told her, a few minutes ago.
And so, she paces.
“What are you?” she asks, her arms limp from nail biting.
I frown at her, drinking something–a beer, probably. “I’m a man?”
She frowns, “No–no! You are arms–yes, legs, eyes–yes, three hundred pages of verse, maybe–but you are not a man.”
She goes back to pacing.
I roll my eyes. “Why are you being so dramatic?”
“I’m not being dramatic,” she tells the other side of the balcony, “I’m being poetic.”
She walks back and stands over me.
She looks down, into me–about to cry or kill me, I don’t know.
“Some butterflies are beautiful for only a day and then they die,” she whispers. She kneels down, places her face on…
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Basilike stuns on SD 💛
by Basilike Pappa
It said sleep / the voice said / slide into / me / like a fish / in water the voice said / dreamless / I’ll catch you / just sleep it said / you’re tired and / it’s time to / sleep.
Like this / it said / the voice said / close your eyes / slide / let go / see? it said / like this / come to me / easy / you’re tired / just sleep.
That time / it said / remember? / that time in the sea / the water closed over / so close to the shore / but that current / that sneaky tricky current / it said let go / the voice said / like fish / you’re tired / sleep / easy like this / don’t blink.
And you thought / why not / easy / the…
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What a wonderful review of an incredible anthology I cannot wait for people to read 💛
‘We Will Not be Silenced’ is a call to arms; it is muffled voices upon strangled voices ripping the gags off to scream their stories and speak truth to power. ‘We Will Not be Silenced’ is rage and heartbreak, it is the soul-crushing pain of the worst kind of human violation being laid bare for all to see, and it is laid bare with an unflinching power that demands you to keep reading. These stories are poignant and disturbing, and they are filled with everything this world needs to read right now.
‘While We Will Not Be Silenced’ is not an easy read, but it is an important one, and while the subject matter is sensitive and the words unforgiving, these stories and essays, the poetry and the prose, the art captured within, have done a service to every survivor of sexual abuse and harassment by taking back their power…
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The marvellous OP 💛
this tribunal appellate,
platinum lassitude painted
with disingenuous fingers
appalled at the notion of loss
breathing with eyes shut
the hour is late and no one
is coming to champion the cause
because there’s no profit involved
I’m freebasing ideas in the square room
all the blank stares tell me
it’s unfair and the prognosis
untenable, tourmaline mandate
we are torpid cancer
I find it all so fun(gible)
strapped in the network
my workload is overloaded
debt my unnecessary companion
If I just get that one more thing
capacitors at full capacity
we are breakdown
not like Tom Petty
run for your life
cannot run far on edge of knife
hey acrobat, better watch your step
you are gonna get cut
we are all bleeding
hive of hornets
who want to make honey
the sweet, sugary paper money
I wanna walk away
I wanna walk away
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