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Author: mbrazfieldm
Pip’s Last Visit – Trisha Leigh Shufelt
Spill the tea, Miss HavishamDine on the moldering wedding cakeSip grief from your dusty tea cupsScatter the dried rose petalsfrom your musty bridal bouquetover the gossamer spider websand candle wax drippingsAll that once was and will never beis hidden behind your tattered virgin veilOnly the mice that nip anguishfrom your festering fleshknow the heartbreakyour tongue […]
Pip’s Last Visit – Trisha Leigh Shufelt
An Unquiet Mind – Matthew Eayre
An unquiet mind doesn’t mind what you say won’t care where you go as long as you stay The pulsing, the screaming, The aching, the dreaming Memories of shadows permeate sight not in danger at all, poised to take flight Headphones and static and noise all around can’t shut out the anchors pulling me down […]
An Unquiet Mind – Matthew Eayre
The Well of Childhood Haunting – Annette Kalandros
A shadow in the frame—Always, always….No escape possible.Eternal, its strengthand size shifting at timesto delicate and nothing much,fooling me into believingI have emerged, triumphant.Yet, the shadow,no matter how faint,is never conquered,and I am never triumphant.Whispering,spitingits white noise poisonsinto my earas it stands, faintly seen,behind me,exercising strengthnot humanover the fifty yearsof truth I have livedto cast […]
The Well of Childhood Haunting – Annette Kalandros
An Unquiet Mind – Stasha Powell
No need to let ghosts haunt your halls Or give sanctuary to strangers You deserve to feel safe Even if it’s the first time You don’t owe anyone Your smile or your likes You can scroll on by Without being a welcoming center You’re not an embassy The only one you owe Safe haven to […]
An Unquiet Mind – Stasha Powell
light haiku
slowly i will dance
as the flame on the candle
illuminating
what does it mean
by the dirty window i sit
to watch people survive
there is no pool with living waters
no eternal flames
perhaps a rancid puddle
radiation fuming through
and a block away chalk lines
in the fetal position
my ego dies at the end
of the morning
there is a warm toxicity
in their eyes
we all beg in different ways
my lips half ass parted in warning
synapses remind me i should let be
and watch it unfold
like a ledger owed
in this house of spoiled wealth
Writing/Creativity Prompt Challenge: My Ego Dies at the End
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: My Ego Dies at the End
retreat
her words dusty tired worn
holy spirit elements exhausted
she retreats to the echoes of chipped thoughts woven in the breeze of city light
the building of her birth stands silent
alone like her
taps and clacks threshold her ear
the scent of her mother writing lists
safety plans never played out
her head leans left
rests on her palm distracting worry
tea spills a little from her fractured
Goodwill dollar vintage cup
a stray from a service for twelve
the warm weep feels good on her skin
An Unquiet Mind – Mirjana M.
Original artwork by Mirjana M. Mirjana M. are a digital artist and writer from Belgrade, Serbia. Their work focuses on exploring the juxtaposition of various elements through mixed media of photography, double exposure, textures and light. Their work most often explores concepts of duality and has appeared in Gulf Stream Literary, The Good Life Review, […]
An Unquiet Mind – Mirjana M.
words less spoken 