“What if I recklessly wrote three or four poems a day
and sent them into the void of cyberspace
where anyone from my little brother to my exes could read them
until I was picked clean like the carcass…”
https://suddendenouement.com/2018/11/22/short-circuiting-ms-georgia-park/
Georgia writes for Sudden Denouement, Private Bad Thoughts, and is the creator of Whisper and the Roar: A Feminist Literary Collective.
Steel the Whisper by Aurora Phoenix
“…above my future
clamping down my self-regard
you rest on the laurels of your discontent
as red, rusting
fades
there is a roar
/building/…”
Her wordsmithing always builds a roar in my heart and punches my imagination: https://suddendenouement.com/2018/11/14/steel-the-whisper/
Aurora Phoenix is a wordsmithing oxymoron. Staid suburbanite cloaks a badass warrior wielding weapon grade phrases. Read more of her confabulations at Insights from “Inside.”
Wordsmithing a stairway to every heart from Erich Michaels
(As this is what he does perpetually…)
“It had been so long that no one remembers just when it had happened. You’d think an event like this would be clearly recorded in our history, but like the wholesale slaughter of the Native Americans, it’s something those in power would rather forget—in order to feel human, that they’re part of something great.
These little statues appeared everywhere and all at once. There were more in the areas you would expect to find them, at schools, parks, and grocery stores, but there were quite a few that must’ve formed in secret…in backyards and in bedroom windows. Rooted to the very ground upon which they stand, many were tried, unsuccessfully, to be moved, like atrocities from high school, social studies, text books, so we could go back to feeling normal. This just wasn’t going to be the case. …”
https://erichmichaels.wordpress.com/2018/11/02/reminder/
Erich Michaels describes himself as “just trying to share the human experience.” He has a bachelor’s degree in creative writing, but find himself writing SOPs (lather, rinse, repeat) in order to make a living, which can be detrimental to the creative process. You can find him on the road to recovery at Erich Michaels. Every journey begins with a single step, right?
The Contest is officially open!
Since its inception in 2016, The Sudden Denouement Literary Collective has had the privilege of featuring some of today’s most fearless writers. With members that span the globe and editors who share a passion for pushing boundaries, we as a collective have enjoyed reading, promoting, and watching the success of each individual artist as they have grown in their craft and left their mark upon the literary world.
Now, as writers and readers, editors and fans, we at Sudden Denouement Literary Collective are ecstatic to open up the doors to our outstanding, award winning collective, and invite you all in to pull up a chair and tell us your stories.
The Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, and Sudden Denouement Publishing, are pleased to dip our toes into the waters of great literary contests and announce our first ever short story literary prize with a call for submissions from all of you..
https://suddendenouement.com/2018/11/01/sudden-denouements-short-story-literary-contest-is-now-open-for-submissions/
Spellbinding web of words a 100 times read in awe – Olde Punk
https://suddendenouement.com/2018/05/02/leaden-skies-olde-punk-ramjet-poetry/
“Come
Come and lead
Me on
Past the sallow
With leaden eyes,
Leaden cheeks
And leaden mouths
Heaving leaden words
At our backs beneath
Leaden skies
Come, come and find me
Down in the gutter
With the elixir still heavy
On my ragged breath…”
UNITED STATES. 1975.
Olde Punk is an editor of Sudden Denouement and the curator of Ramjet Poetry. Hockey, food and punk rock junkie. Total sci-fi/fantasy geek. He writes, right?
A new voice and sirensong enthralling: Patrick Hart
https://suddendenouement.com/2018/10/23/day-1-patrick-hart/
“Forgiveness is found in the cooling of blatant heat
A treasure typically reserved
For hunters and priests
Finally shifting in the form of falling leaves
A light reprieve
From hollow hell and dampened glory
The sky awakens to bodies succumbing
To the Cliff Swallow’s song
A disbelief of patience
That strands the torture of constant war, for
Beauty is a season in desire
It is a body bright
Knotted In the fingers of sunlight
And a bored man’s tongue
Can find the fruits of passion
In the throes of this calm union
Roadside Maples dance in irenic fashion
With acorn offerings littering
The feet of wolves nurturing the day
And autumn prints pry fault
From the aging jetty of the mind…”
[Patrick Hart is a transplanted South Georgian writer who originally hails from Hampton Roads Virginia. He currently serves in the United States Air Force, as an air traffic controller.
Like most of us, Patrick draws most of his inspiration from his history. Through his writing, he seeks to dredge bodies from the dark pools of his mind, as much as he desires to describe and define what life is.
If he had to use one word to describe himself, it would be cerebral.]
Find more of Patrick’s work on Instagram and grab a copy of his stunning debut collection War Paint, published by RadPress Publishing.
Incredible, sensational wordsmithing by David Lohrey:
https://suddendenouement.com/2018/10/24/waste-not-want-no-david-lohrey/
“Good for you is not a greeting. Good for you means congratulations.
These words say good bye. We’re not together.
There’s no but.
Good for you spells doom. It’s the American creed. It’s a celebration
of greed. Good for you doesn’t say hello.
Don’t look at the what, look at the how!
How the now cow, a sound noun, is brown.
There’s no but.
Something really vast has changed.
It’s got a billy goat brain, a hummingbird mouth…”
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.
Machiavelli’s Backyard is Available at Amazon.com, Amazon Canada, Amazon Europe, Book Depository and other major book retailers.
Paperback, 106 pages/Published September 1st 2017 by Sudden Denouement Publishing.
Lettered jailer – My latest poem for Sudden Denouement Literary Collective
You look so sane
potentially careful and serene
Smirk-at-arms
atoning for
the perfumed gaiety
and colorless skies.
The fire in the autumn
dictates the ice in the new moon.
My love,
When are you going to make up your mind?
Set me free
word upon word
I throw in your face
unsubmissive of your bars…
When are you going to break the gloom?
Sorrowless
is your world
You grow your stamina
from my pain…
Minstrels sing of legendary lands
You sing of the legendary cavern
lettered for me.
Some words are
like the spring wind
building with
cherry blossoms
the library
of scent…
Some words
tell
the snows of June
makeshift
a gilded cage
Lit only by a shadow…
Your words are the haze
that glimmers in the distance
Dystopian love
ruling
over eight kingdoms.
One day
I am walking
in a field of poppies
with a sun
that clears
a golden path for me.
The next day
I am bleeding
on thistles and thorns.
You are betrayer
of words
and pilferer of dreams…
Your love expires
every time we drink
the shade of the evening
and the rumours in the stars.
© Iulia Halatz
suddendenouement.com/2018/10/17/lettered-jailer-iulia-halatz
“Writing is an Iron Tale, must be tough and sincere to the core of human perception of pain as valor. I am the grumpy T-Rex who started writing out of pain, not because of a polished world. Writing out of love is painless and herbivore. As we sometimes taste blood, ours or others’. Nevertheless, some words are so expensive that we are better left with them unspoken or write them with the ink of a Ghost…” – Iulia is a teacher, entrepreneur and cyclist.
My Second Miracle
“I hate social media. I met my ex-wife on Myspace. We got married two months later, at least if my memory serves me correctly. My marriage outlasted Myspace, but it felt just as vapid. But, at least out of married I got two miracles. I never wanted a second child. I started late, and I was afraid of having a girl. The odds were against me. Because I was never particularly lucky, I knew my second would be a girl. I sat sweating nervously while they performed the ultrasound.”Congratulations, its a girl!” My ex was beaming…”
jasperkerkauwriting.com/2018/09/23/my-second-miracle
Jasper Kerkau is writer/editor/co-founder of Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and Sudden Denouement Publishing.
