ive reduced life to see and keep
watching those outside of me
wandering through the forests of the street
i wandering but knowing my truth
keeping in time with the breath of us
i walk watch look down and teach
myself to bury it all in
like the subway at five
the scents of dust and gasoline
transport me to my early youth and years
when primordial rules of procreation haunted my womb
but there were no takers in the battle
as nights unraveled in perplexity
and days ended in sullen tragedy
no options left amid the fields of nothingness
now a mother to my years i orphaned most of them
walking away from normalcy into the mouth of modern beast who struggles with love for me
Author: mbrazfieldm
Awake and Mostly Sober – Rachael Z. Ikins
what the hell?Dream vapor clings, fried egg reality. I blink pie crust from my eyes. Conscious and not high enough, I fumble through the utensil drawer for a joint. Finger joint, knuckle bone, fill the stock pot, migraine on simmer. Add mushrooms. Throw in an orphaned sock, a lost earring. Solo journey to technicolor awareness […]
Awake and Mostly Sober – Rachael Z. Ikins
slip away
Awake and Pretty Much Sober – Annette Kalandros
I’m awake and pretty much sober. Yet I do not wish to be sober. I want to swirlmy anger in my mouth, letting its tannins coat my tongue until my tongue doesn’t care what words it forms to hurl at old, pasty white men who place chains and shackles upon our bodiesto drag us backthrough […]
Awake and Pretty Much Sober – Annette Kalandros
drill of sisters
my sisters are grace
they walk among the angels high
alone together plowing through
picking evil out of truth
my sisters are the revolution
processing. y
Land of Enchantment – River Lucero
History hurts.They told us back in the day:whatever you do,don’t study history.You’ll see livesmisshapen, possiblymurmured in vastderangements ofyour own.You’ll see peoplegnawed by life;dreams sewn shut.(But you’ll also see the strange chemical languageof constellations shattered over the Kewa rez.The ancient stain of night in its diamondsplash and to breathe& sleep here is to breathe& sleep in […]
Land of Enchantment – River Lucero
Writing/Creativity Prompt Challenge: We, the Unhinged
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: We, the Unhinged
shrapnel falls
oh the woes you’ve seen
unspeakable
it’s in the night
that i come to find tidbits of the truth survive
the naughtiness of the scene a race to be seen
boys will be such under their skin some are men
unspoken in the secret love they hold for their sisters
words less spoken 