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
oh the woes you’ve seen
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
we both have grown old
only mother in my life
comfort us in light
Ophelia weeps what she cannot keep and casts herself into the black night waters.Tis no sleep; her sanity, he reapedfrom the fair and vestal virgin daughter.Sodden, she sinks in dirge-filled ink, bleeding her bitter rue. She resurrects her madness in reed-blown grimness; like a Loon’s song beneath a winter’s moon. Sonorous, it sings, lilting and looming, it bringsa sting upon Hamlet’s ramparts.In death, she speaks.By the sword, she sweepsthe […]
Good Mourning Ophelia – Trisha Leigh Shufelt
clouds linger high
we scale pavement
smiling faces grimace
yielding random thoughts
suplications gambles distraught
splendid sun bright
shadows between walls
dark with secrets
ghosts of yesterdays
progress thwarted suddenly
we but flowers
beating hearts love
hands create endlessly
civilization goes on
children delight wonderfully
men are themselves
women articulate negotiations
i say go
no will hangs
inside my soul
life looks good
my squint permanent
faith bottomless ahead
we look together
rationalizing lovingly quietly
in collective thought
together yet alone
on a rainy day the stink rises rancid savory industrial primordial sweet modern within the pillars of great society here i am with my outcasts we together in all of it on most days to suffer is a blessing a day at the spa a swim in a lake around here on most nights they […]
the office – Marisela Brazfield
words less spoken 