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
Poetry
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
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 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
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
still there
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
You Could Start a Cult – Danielle Wong
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 […]
You Could Start a Cult – Danielle Wong
words less spoken 