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For the girls who getlost in the woods(and kiss woodcuttersand weres alike.)And find themselves becomingwolvesin time.Blood turns to ginger.Flesh is wine.Veins of black hairsprout on their spine.Blood ginger, blood ginger –grandma for dinner.And maiden, how your teethShine. Your back suppleBlood twisting through yourClaws digWould you careFor a taste, a lickOf blood gingerThe moon blinksWoodcutter boy?There’s […]
Blood Ginger – Iris Ng and Allister Nelson



Hands / Maps / Home is now available to purchase through the Lulu Bookstore and Pothi. All proceeds will be donated to charity. All proceeds from the sale of Hands / Maps / Home will be donated equally between Medical Aid for Palestinians and Save the Children UK – Gaza Emergency Appeal. Every purchase supports […]
AVAILABLE: HANDS / MAPS / HOME

You cast me in a role I played not well. I could never pull off the perfection of pearls ‘bout my neck, though the noose they formed tightened, tightened slowly. The length of chain attached to shackles round my ankles grew ever shorter with each time you held me to the light in the mirror […]
The Narcissist’s Wife – Annette Kalandros

hidden from the sun
steady you wait watching all
the souls who come here
busy they don’t look upward
revering your glow above

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: Shadow in the Frame

in that place
quietly she lives
nobody knows clearly
when or how
her smile stolen
yet she remains
silent like mice
under the rain
eyes deep brown
only dark matter
they have seen
why i wonder

afternoon cool wind corn oil scent tree leaves sway cars faraway honk ambulance sirens battle calls debris from those with poisoned veins the pain of their souls the cement has stained dying roses petals shrinking in the sun aging red turned purple bruise pupil trapped in a beam of sun lunch time at the school their joy began innocence fleets with every breath ancient calendar reborn again
