Storytelling takes new form in the powerful words of Jonathan O’Farrell:
https://suddendenouement.com/2018/09/14/the-execution-of-leon-doro-grippo-jonathan-ofarrell/
“Somehow, knowingly, he had saved
the last little remnant.
Somewhat dried six and a half month old toothpaste,
for the morning.
In waiting, the end of the tube,
or the end of his world,
he could not have, foretold…”
Sudden Denouement Publishing is thrilled to announce that three of our recent releases are now available for Kindle:
https://suddendenouement.com/2018/10/04/now-available-for-kindle-a-sparrow-stirs-its-wings-composition-of-a-woman-and-anthology-version-i-writings-from-the-sudden-denouement-literary-collective/
Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective
Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective is a thoughtfully curated compendium of the best writing published online by the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective from its launch in August of 2016 through April 2018. It includes 138 pieces of cutting-edge poetry, prose and short fiction written by 29 diverse writers from England, Romania, Japan, India, Finland, the United States and Canada. Thirty-one of the 138 pieces were written exclusively for the Anthology. This volume captures the astonishing raw power of these individual and united poetic voices.
A Sparrow Stirs its Wings by Rachel Finch
“Every now and then, when the world seems to be rocked in chaos and people are screaming without listening – vile words and cries for help climbing on top of and over each other – a single voice stands out, and that voice is pure in its truth and stunning in its wisdom.
Rachel Finch, and her debut book, A Sparrow Stirs its Wings, is that voice right now. Turning her heartbreaking abuse into heart wrenching prose, Finch writes her truth and gives her strength to every unnamed victim turned survivor.”
Nicole Lyons, I Am A World Of Uncertainties Disguised As A Girl
Composition of a Woman by Christine E. Ray
Christine Ray’s debut poetry collection ‘Composition of a Woman’ is an extraordinary glimpse into the essence of what it takes to make, and sometimes simultaneously break, a woman as strikingly powerful as she is beautiful. Split into five sections (Nerve, Brain, Breast, Rib, and Blood), Ray writes about chronic illness, depression, love, loss, and identity.
“Poet Christine Ray’s first printed collection of poetry, Composition of a Woman (Sudden Denouement Press, 2018) is a striking, fearless foray into the psyche of womanhood, both highly relatable and intensely personal for female readers and achingly candid and fascinating for male.”
Candice Louisa Daquin, Pinch the Lock
Across The Bow – Matthew D. Eayre
Breathless and formidable as always:
“Far from my mind is the thought
of what I may possess
or what others have not
A place between understanding,
perhaps
education is not the measure
of a man’s knowledge
and experience is only one of many
I cannot find the sound of reverence
echoing down hallowed halls;
as though none had been before
today sounded the first call…”
Read this stunning story on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective:
suddendenouement.com/2018/09/28/across-the-bow-matthew-d-eayre
Poetry of Monsters is also his doing!
Two Ten Second Plays – Bladed words that pierce deeper and reach further by David Lohrey
Feel the cuts and stings on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective: suddendenouement.com/2018/09/26/two-ten-second-plays-david-lohrey
David Lohrey was born on the Hudson River but grew up on the Mississippi in Memphis. He currently teaches in Tokyo. He has reviewed books for The Los Angeles Times and The Orange County Register, has been a member of the Dramatists Guild in New York, and he is currently writing a memoir of his years living on the Persian Gulf. His latest book, The Other Is Oneself: Postcolonial Identity in a Century of War: 20th Century African and American Writers Respond to Survival and Genocide, is available on Amazon.com. He is also the author of Machiavelli’s Backyard from Sudden Denouement Publishing.
“The poetry is densely colourful, rich in imagery and sensuality, boldly imaginative and deeply sensitive to the human condition, while being written with clarity and emotional pull. I found myself sitting for three hours, empty coffee cups scattered around me, utterly absorbed in the storytelling and the crafting of language. Syrdal has created something very powerful, using elements of history, science fiction, worldly fantasy and unmistakable reality to bind these pieces together in a system of belief and fantastic-theology that appears utterly believable, utterly intoxicating.”
– Lois E. Linkens
Get engulfed by the waves of the story on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective: suddendenouement.com/2018/09/20/praise-for-pantheon-by-eric-syrdal.
Writers of the imperfect maps for the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, where words are blades and images glint like fire:
The naiads have splurged with roses.
Swirls of scented air hover above their clearings.
Without petals and stars they cannot dwell
beneath the glass shine…
Day dreamers see their unfading beauty
in the sands of the fountains.
Their love is
imprecise
built on a foundation
of unicorn-green grass…
……………………………….
Language is not like the sun,
heating and scorching
but like the moon
keeping secrets
and the arcane magic of the night
throwing stars
in the lilacs’ claws
till dawn:
suddendenouement.com/2018/09/19/writers-of-the-imperfect-maps-iulia-halatz
© Iulia Halatz
Photography art by Cecil Beaton.
I am delighted that five of my poems were included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.
Sharp– Enthralling Weyward Sisters Collaboration for the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, where words are blades and images glint like fire
“I am playing with knives
again
sharpening them
lovingly
against brown leather strap
admiring the way
hair splits cleanly
upon the well-honed edge”
(Christine E. Ray)
“Listen!
Sounds like a violin–
fine strings ‘gainst steel bow
I play concerto
splitting hairs”
(Kindra M. Austin)
“I’m trimming those frayed ends
sharpening those
pointy convictions
giving them a sharp edge
a serrated opinion,
ready to pierce you
where it hurts you more”
(Megha Sood)
“Cold steel on skin,
I blossom,
stare down the line
take aim
at friend, foe and fortune
with my throwing knives;
multiply and divide,
split and survive.”
(Kristiana Reed)
“I like a razor
but xyraphi sings to me
of shreds, edges, ends
sweeter than any cutlery.
An x is an eraser,
that’s why I draw it long
to keep it clean and short
and shave me complication.
Oh, how I love a razor!”
(Basilike Pappa)
“There was a shadow crowd
And a circle of light. Sawdust stank
Beneath my feet like dirty salt hair
And the thud
Against the board
Came like the footsteps of God.
Ribbons of air and time and space
Gathered round my ankles,
Coils of blue light.
Looping and curling and purring,
They crooned my power,
Sharp to draw blood from stone.”
(Lois E. Linkens)
“The slice was white lightening
lacerating flesh from bone
in the moment of searing truth.
I slash and gnash
my teeth barbed and keen
well-oiled from the feast
of my rotting soul.
I chop at the edges
of yesterday’s sorrow
but the pain! I feel it not
only the blinding sting
of my wayward might”
(Aurora Phoenix)
“All the time in the world
Pressing down
Sharp as the obsidian
Black night
You relinquished me
To oblivion
Surviving on
Insidious pain
Of yesterday
Tapered to the edge
Of no tomorrow”
(1Wise-Woman)
“I aim at dreams
knife them
as trophies on my wall.
I can always
take one down
quench the thirst
of a turbulent wound
with
tainted endearment
from the poisoned well
We dug and drained
under the wing of
One night.
I’m in love
with a stabbed dream.”
(Iulia Halatz)
“The blade cut into the night and flashed silver against the moonlight. And even though my ears heard no sounds but the thundering of my heart, I swore I could hear the sharp metal singing it’s high-pitched tune as it sliced through the air. It slipped through my skin like it was warm butter and at first I felt nothing. I wondered if maybe it was shock or disbelief. But then the pain started. Like someone injected gasoline into my bloodstream and lit a match. I watched as the thick, red liquid poured out of the fresh wound and begged for death. And as he stood over me, he licked my blood from his dagger and smiled down at me in a show of blood-stained teeth — right before everything went black.
When I awoke from the nightmare, I reminded myself that I was alive and the true face behind my fears liked it when I called him Daddy. The only comfort I found was knowing that death came for him first. Too bad he didn’t take the memories with him.”
(Sarah Doughty)
Lettered feelings to the artist as a young man by the amazing Erich Michaels
…”I wrote a letter to that young wanderer
Using my address from that time
Across the top: Erich Michaels (adolescent)
In it I said:
Yes…she will break your heart, but…
Enjoy the ride
Also, don’t block out her name
She deserves better than that
That tattoo will be a regret
Not just because it’s needle and thread
Bottle of India ink, prison-chic
But because it doesn’t represent you…”
Read all imperfect feelings written in perfect words on A Global Divergent Literary Collective: suddendenouement.com/2018/08/03/self-addressed-stamp-envelope-erich-michaels
