No path untaken

“Kiss a lover,
Dance a measure,
Find your name
And buried treasure.

Face your life,
It’s pain,
It’s pleasure,
Leave no path untaken.”
Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book

Art by Anthony Goicolea.

La Mulți Ani, România!

“Romania is my country and the sweet hills covered in vineyards are my home place.

I have yet to find more beauty in the world as to measure the balmy vineyards in the shade of moonlit evenings…” – Iulia Halatz

Read more of my article on Mr Mohamad Al Karbi‘s blog illustrated with the best noncommercial video by Anthony Brzeski.

https://mohamadkarbi.com/2017/04/15/romania/

Abyss

“My whole life has been spent walking by the side of a bottomless chasm, jumping from stone to stone. Sometimes I try to leave my narrow path and join the swirling mainstream of life, but I always find myself drawn inexorably back towards the chasm’s edge, and there I shall walk until the day I finally fall into the abyss.”
Edvard Munch

Art – Orpheus by Melchior Lechter.

Language is not like the sun…

“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.” -Iulia Halatz

We cater for everybody who has a story to write.
We have time. We believe in Omoikane, the Japanese god of wisdom and insight, a deity capable of making decisions that we would make if we only had the time. We make good decisions and start writing for you in a jiffy. Of course, after our first meeting (in person or online) and after we have received your brief.

We have perseverance. We love Kintsugi, the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum. We work, write and repair your web content until it is clear, clever, shareable and… Invincible.

We’d love to hear from you!

Have a most fortunate day in all your hermetic activities!

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.

WRONG TWIN’S LULLABY by Basilike Pappa

“It said sleep / the voice said / slide into / me / like a fish / in water the voice said / dreamless / I’ll catch you / just sleep it said / you’re tired and / it’s time to / sleep…”

https://suddendenouement.com/2018/11/26/wrong-twins-lullaby/

Basilike Pappa lives in Greece. She likes her coffee black, her walls painted green and blue, her books old or new. She despises yellow curtains and red tape. She can’t live without chocolate, flowers and her dog. Places she can be found are: kitchen, office, living room. If she’s not at home, I don’t know where she is. You can find Basilike up late with a notebook in the Silent Hour.

Photography by Jimmi Campkin (jimmi campkin.com)

Quote

“To my amazement, I have heard that there are people who have never seen a gnome. I can’t help pitying these people. I am certain there must be something wrong with their eyesight.”
Axel Munthe

Art by Hasse Bredenberg.

SORROW-TELL HEART

I was a pet of some exotic breed
I couldn’t sing above the ground.
Tamed, wounded, half born
Under the dark moon.

It was he
Who taught me
To unsing
Undream
Unbelieve
To him my humane body
Had been a fiery husk
Flickering
Against closed walls.

The garden was above
Dank meadows looming.

Everything I saw in my mind
I could perceive
With the eyes of
A wound,
Pulsating
Festering
Could I still feel the scent
Of night
in the carousel of pain?

I wanted to break
This corrosive perception
And listen to songbird…

Everything that shimmered
In my ears
Was crackling crows
Fruits of mauve trees
Against amber twilight…
In the sundown realm.

The blood of the stars
Had engulfed it…

My heart used to have roots
Into the feeble beams of autumn
After lilacs grew them stronger…

Can you pull me into April?
Or any month
wearing blue odors
And tawny lights…

Pending July
he would be felt on my skin
Like Spring rain
Without Spring.

Sophisticated
Abrasive
Pet
of one color…
I was allowed to contemplate
The flawed days only
through barbed windows…

You lived,
But somewhere else
The black moon turned away
Sheltered steppe
Had no need of garbage flowers

The zest for life
Is fortitude, work
Dream
Of a plain new world
Swept in the ascending
Web of Truth.

© Iulia Halatz

Photography art – Evelyn Nesbit

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.

Ms. Georgia Park We Are With You

https://suddendenouement.com/2018/11/24/ms-georgia-park-we-are-with-you/

Sudden Denouement is a community of special people. I don’t know if we would have made it without you. Collectively, we are working on how to be of assistance to one who has brought such joy to people all over the world. We have your back. More details will be forthcoming on how we can help be of assistance to Georgia in her time of need. Material things can be replaced, luckily you and your dog survived. Our thoughts and prayers are with you.

Jasper Kerkau

We have established a GoFundMe for Georgia to help her right now as she has lost the majority of her belogings to this fire. Please do what you can to donate and if you can’t, please share our GoFundMe.

What can I give you?

PROUD TO HAVE CONTRIBUTED TO ALIVE WORDS THAT CREATE A WORLD WITHOUT MAPS:

Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

What can I give you? I am the blue
as imagined by a blind
and the roots of knowledge
as watered by a scholar.

I am the yellow
wind and the mauve
respond of light
perched
in the ubiquitous trees
tethered in the clouds
that barely scratch
the sky.

I am the green
storm and colorless waves
that wished upon a mountain
to break water in tryst
with the sun.

Not by blindness
we can reorder colors
but by the painting of a soul
in a moment tender
as the liquid moon
is quivering above the forest.

© Iulia Halatz

I am delighted that this poem was included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

Idiom – Joey Gould

“It’s right where you left it

the radial arm
saw, even though mum moved. The deep
cutting 12” blade, the chopped-out fence,
the bench that held every deck board.
Better it should stay in your cave, I an apart-
ment dweller then, watching moths land
on my scotch glass fourth floor studio…”

https://suddendenouement.com/2018/11/21/idiom-joey-gould/


Photography art by Dirk de Herder.

Joey Gould is a long-time contributor to Mass Poetry who has twice been nominated for Bettering American Poetry and once for a Pushcart Prize. He has performed in The Poetry Circus, Elle Villanelle’s Poetry Bordello, and The Poetry Society of New York’s Poetry Brothel. He writes 100-word reviews as poetry editor for Drunk Monkeys. He’s working on a website: joeygouldpoetry.wordpress.com.

You can follow Joey on Twitter @toshines.