Introducing New SD Writer Skye (Melting Neurons)

Introducing New SD Writer Skye (Melting Neurons):
“The sun is a hornet sting, the moon is a muse shining a halo of opportunity in the falling dusk.”

https://suddendenouement.com/2019/06/11/introducing-new-sd-writer-skye-melting-neurons/

[Melting Neurons resides in Wenatchee, WA where he lives with his wife and stuffed owl, they both hail from Bend, OR originally. He has lived in more than 75 cities across the country at various points including Boston and New Bedford, MA. His writing centers around a lifetime filled with adventures in schizoaffective bipolar, addiction, and the dichotomy of being everything from a corporate executive to homeless on the streets for years. Someday he hopes his estranged children will discover these pieces, and he can regain a relationship with them. He is a member of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and enrolled in Wenatchee Valley College studying English and Creative Non-Fiction.]

Be daring!

“Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary.”
Cecil Beaton

Art photography by Cecil Beaton.

I have named you queen

“I have named you queen.
There are taller than you, taller.
There are purer than you, purer.
There are lovelier than you, lovelier.
But you are the queen.

When you go through the streets
No one recognizes you.
No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks
At the carpet of red gold
That you tread as you pass,
The nonexistent carpet.

And when you appear
All the rivers sound
In my body, bells
Shake the sky,
And a hymn fills the world.

Only you and I,
Only you and I, my love,
Listen to it.”
Pablo Neruda – Love Poems

Art by Olive Hockin.

The only

“You are the only person I can talk with about the shade of a cloud, about the song of a thought…”
Vladimir Nabokov‘s love letter to his wife Vera

Art by Carl Schweninger, Jr.

Introducing New Sudden Denouement Writer Vicki Wilson

Vicki Wilson, a strong new voice in the secret language at Sudden Denouement:

“The pause
It is the pause
Between heartbeats
Where I await the echo
To signal that it can beat again…

…that I can breathe again…”

Read the whole piece: https://suddendenouement.com/2019/06/07/guest-writer-vicki-wilson/

I am an amateur poet, published author and professional technical analyst… all of these things mean I basically solve puzzles for a living, and to keep from dying. I know this because I died once. Metaphorically. Six years of a slow death by industrialised decision making. In the end I was so numb to living I ceased to exist. But burn-out has a silver lining, you wake up and all you have left is steel and the rich black of sticky charcoal to make your mark. I am still learning how to hold a pen, how to form words into a living thing, but my scratchings are mine, they are made with the corpse of who I was. I offer them as evidence I exist.

I have recently published a children’s book – written and illustrated by myself – under the banner of dragonflypublishing. You can find me there writing my next one: https://www.facebook.com/dragonflypublishing.au.

Illuminations

“I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple;
garlands from window to window;
golden chains from star to star, and I dance.”
Arthur Rimbaud, Illuminations, 1886

Art – Moonscape – Marius van Dokkum Dutch, B. 1957

Poetry, beauty, romance, love

“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.”
Dead Poets Society

Art by Romany Soup.

Peripheral Visions – David Lohrey

Let’s say that most of us flicker in silence, David Lohrey is one of the few who flickers in a roar.
Read his amazing piece on Sudden Denouement:

“They’ve outlawed torture because it doesn’t work,

but they forgot to tell my little brother.
I went to Madrid and wanted paella but all I found

was frozen pizza.
I traveled to Saudi Arabia and knew exactly what I wanted,”

https://suddendenouement.com/2019/06/08/peripheral-visions-david-lohrey/

[David Lohrey is from Memphis, where he grew up, and now lives in Tokyo, where he teaches and writes for local travel magazines. He graduated from UC Berkeley and then moved to LA where he lived for over 20 years.

Internationally, his poetry can be found in Otoliths, Stony Thursday Anthology, Sentinel Quarterly, and Tuck Magazine. In the US, recent poems have appeared in Poetry Circle, FRiGG, Obsidian, and Apogee Journal. His fiction can be read in Crack the Spine, Dodging the Rain, and Literally Stories.

David’s The Other Is Oneself, a study of 20th-century literature, was published in 2016, while his first collection of poetry, Machiavelli’s Backyard, was released in September 2017. He is a member of the Sudden Denouement Collective.]

Photography

I am no photographer, just a keen observer of the waxing and waning nature, as well as the moon.


[Photos: Iulia Halatz]
We are told that all art is a copy, a painting, a copy of the artist’s soul, a photo, a copy of the landscape’s soul. True artists catch them both.