I will be buried in the ground wrapped in colors and adorned with flowers and sweet fruit my parents and brother were burned to ash me, I want to continue this life’s deterioration see it through to bone and fossil something that stays you know? like the knit gloves I wear they used to belong […]
The Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen Literary Collective loves a good writing/creativity prompt challenge. Our goal is to provide prompts on a regular basis. We hope that our ‘Shadow in the Frame’ prompt stirs your muse and that you consider submitting your prompt response to Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen for publication. We welcome poetry, prose, flash fiction, creative […]
An idea from the heart bubbles up.I sit downwith a coffee, a notebook, and a pen.How elseto start a plan for the heart?I lookat the steps, each one too vague,too large.I need to break them down.Each time,I need to make the steps smaller, contingency plansfor every possibility. The afternoonpasses.My coffee cup is empty, my notebook […]
There was nothing unusual about the morning for seven minutes. Then the news came.A winter suicide.In South Central Los Angeles it was still nothing unusual. The mentally ill with a history of homelessness, drug use and unconventional survival skill die all the time.We were going to meet to work on goals and stuff. Her new […]
in the depth of night between the filigree of moon light crystal insect words make little dotted noises in my brain since i can tell of time it wasn’t until now that i could see beyond the webs fog frustration confusion and fear toads scream and vines in the desert of my mind appear taking my breath in a zone beyond my flesh finger tips where i continue my monthly sins of my father installments bones collapse beneath the waves of chemicals from my fields of breathless hours what in heaven will i do if i know not what it demands the taco stands teem with hunger for all the wrong things on Broadway and 7th where life begins from vapors
even she tires in between struggle hidden from eyes who quickly judge are corrosive agents of our waste since we forget time quit healing all of our human error trespasses we point out aggressions and judgment cajole cancel postpone ridicule doubt denigrate shoot kill regulate all for nothing
The Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen Literary Collective loves a good writing/creativity prompt challenge. Our goal is to provide prompts on a regular basis. We hope that our ‘Shadow in the Frame’ prompt stirs your muse and that you consider submitting your prompt response to Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen for publication. We welcome poetry, prose, flash fiction, creative […]
long gone are the days my black back pack torn on the left side my pencils and pens leaking poking into me and each other between the barely cracked calculus and English literature text books hid my shame granules and grams of daze smoke screen of reality that monument to beyond desperation magic and inaudible inside the halls carpets the only witnesses to the end of that road paved with bad intentions all the way men and women have become a mush in the gut of torn illusion bile dripping from its fangs a smell of the bottom line of nothingness lingers in my eyes as tears collect like astonished ladies my right Doc lost somewhere on the 8th floor my spirit mortgaged to the deceiver who at the end of the spectacle is not the one to blame there are no rhymes roses stars or razor blades just a fleshbone ghost out of place
Magical voice hushes my world,turns my eyes towards you.Your laser eyes bore though me.I am paralyzed in your quake.Your imperceptible touchcommands me to listenintently, sacrifice myself in complete obedience.Wear black. Yes.Cuss only. I will. Strangle. If I must. Order my money/loves/thoughts in their entirety. Given.You have complete control over me.Over him.Over her. Soon, every word […]