sometimes the angel
gets her wings ripped off
by those made in God’s image
and she is forced
to fight like a demon
for her righteous light
shit happens
Author: mbrazfieldm
We Could Start a Cult – Marcia J. Weber
we could start a culton the third island past Lesbosand change the rulesof cultists’ culturethe center of our cultis decentralizedand we embolden all challengesto the status quothe secret to our successis in the letting goof the insatiable thirstfor unquenchable powerwe demystifythe labyrinthian legacyof indecipherable rulesand segregated sectswe unleash the powerfrom the slavering graspof the wannabeAlmightywe […]
We Could Start a Cult – Marcia J. Weber
Deterioration – Laurie Wise
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 […]
Deterioration – Laurie Wise
Writing/Creativity Prompt Challenge: The Ache of My Bones
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Writing/Creativity Prompt Challenge: The Ache of My Bones
The Art of Magical Overthinking – Danielle Wong
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 […]
The Art of Magical Overthinking – Danielle Wong
we, the unhinged – Marisela Brazfield
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 […]
we, the unhinged – Marisela Brazfield
haiku for unit 213
the
last
day
he
smiled
and
stood
quietly
to
feel
God’s
rainbow
bless
him
for Yayoi
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
in between
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
Writing/Creativity Prompt Challenge: The Art of Magical Overthinking
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 […]
Writing/Creativity Prompt Challenge: The Art of Magical Overthinking
words less spoken 