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 […]
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 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 […]
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
i too want a president who has cried at night wondering where bread will come for their babies tomorrow a president who has leukemia addicted to crack and who goes days without eating lays on the concrete because a roof is unaffordable this president must outrun the voices in their head that tells them to eat rat poison my president must know the feel of a baton beating on their skull for not having money to enroll in Princeton or Harvard and being sentenced to perpetual poverty they must definitely have the wherewithal to spend 12 hours in line at the county office to fill out a five foot tall stack of forms to be considered to qualify for a monthly $225 benefit to pay for the mandatory American dream among other qualities this president must know the stench of a 5 day corpse with cracked ribs no hope who the system failed and blew off it will come in handy to know what it’s like to be called a bitch faggot slut wet back whore nigger spic camel jockey cracker and gook to feel their veins run cold on frightful nights of waiting in deserted bus stops being cat called by pimps with machine guns ready to claim and capitalize on your pussy and i want the president who will never forget that the boss are we the people who know what its like to live day and night under the above circumstances
And so, while Hands / Maps / Home is not directly about Gaza and settler violence in the West Bank, the poetry, prose and art is about humanity. We believed collecting this work together as evidence of humanity and all that encompasses was vital in a world where it seems lacking. This anthology houses identity, […]