Monthly Archives: October 2018

TESTIFY! – A COLLABORATION

https://whisperandtheroar.com/2018/10/16/3708/

Elephants in the arena,
drowning out the stories as
we all hear them,
stomping on
the flowerbed scenery
they’ve built around your garden of rot,
and without a
second thought,
sold the world a
wilting centerpiece
(Nicholas Gagnier)

I
And His Daughter Prayed for Her
She didn’t really know why
She prayed she’d not meet a guy
At a party; ‘cause he’d liked beer
That sudsy stuff she’d now fear

II

The louder we toast
The better the truth we spew
Just another pint
The truth becomes toxic stew
We’ll all agree
Got the votes of the old crew
Now let’s all meet
At Four P’s and grab a brew
(Stephen Fuller)

Oh! look at him
when the venom drips from his slithering tongue
and he moans and screams
to validate his flagrant lies
and the white privilege
agrees in complete unison

Hiding behind the female prosecutor
those bunch of naysayers,
shreds and rips the reality in bits and pieces
oh! she should have reported it sooner?

Where the validity of her truth never mattered
it would never be
a grain of sand in their eyes of ignorance
too hard to ignore,
too painful to realize
an exercise in futility.
(Megha Sood)

If only I knew
that high school and college
were hunting grounds
for people like you.
The ones that worked hard
with all their money,
physical talent, and popularity.
Those predators were untouchable.
Little did I know that being
in an empty hallway,
a bus ride at night,
or walking home from school
was a dangerous act.
If only I knew that predators
come in all forms,
and not all monsters
have hideous faces.
The word of a quiet, unknown girl
would never match
the thoroughbred males
that dominated my world.
If speaking up would only lead
to more labels, accusations, and bullying,
why say anything at all?
The shame and guilt
was already overwhelming.
Why add insult to injury — literally?
(Sarah Doughty)…………

https://whisperandtheroar.com/2018/10/16/3708/

Solemn Zeros – RamJet Poetry

Perfection in verse by RamJet Poetry:

“In summary, there was purpose
prefecture, pandemonium, permanence
fingers frayed the stitching
ignominious example in grocery-cart aisles
uncommon disorders frequently populating
the deserted isles
unexpectedly, the vase fell from the table
untouched it shattered
flowers and pottery scattered across the floor
as galaxies flowed into void…”

ramjetpoetry.wordpress.com/2018/09/30/solemn-zeros

Lettered jailer – Iulia Halatz

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 – Jasper Kerkau

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.

Red Beans and White Rice – Nicole Lyons

“Hypocrisy served
with a hefty side of red beans
and white rice,
and a pledge to love
the red man almost as much
as you love the white,
is still hypocrisy served
with a hefty side of red beans
and white rice…”
thelithiumchronicles.org/2018/10/06/red-beans-and-white-rice

Nicole Lyons is a force of nature disguised as a writer, a social activist, a voice for the downtrodden, and a powerful poet with a delicate touch. She is a best selling published author, poet, and editor.

Her essays and poetry have been featured in the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective where she is also a consulting editor. You can find more of Nicole’s essays, articles, and poetry on The Mighty, The OCH Literary Society, Anti-Heroin Chic, Sidereal Catalyst, and OTV Magazine.

Nicole’s second book of poetry, ‘I am a World of Uncertainties Disguised as a Girl’ was published by Sudden Denouement Publishing in November 2017 and has remained on numerous Amazon’s best sellers lists since. You can purchase your copy here.

Personal value proposition

“Your PVP, your personal value proposition, is how you impact your company.
It’s how your work changes the world.” – Gapingvoid

Content writers don’t write blog posts – they create stories.

Teachers don’t teach – they create stories and experiences.

Teachers create stories around you as a main character. You get to play many parts, one of which is to rewrite and retell your story in English. With “little” help from your teacher.

So when you come to the course, you know what story to weave.

There is no place for arrogance in the teaching. The only thing is changing the world of your students.

© Iulia Halatz

Art by Hans Andersen Brendekilde.

Iulia Halatz
She says: “Be the one who cares, make words so disruptive that they create new worlds, hopes and dreams. Even if we are unhappy dinosaurs and find shelter in an Iron Tale or ruminate about feeling too much, whilst declaring colorless apparel, we should take power and strength from our stories.”
Her published poems can be found in The Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I.

The Laughing Heart

“your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.”
Charles Bukowski, The Laughing Heart

Art by Thomas Cooper Gotch.

Sunset & Moon – Kristiana Reed

Words embroidered with feelings by Kristiana Reed, another amazing writer with the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective:

“The sun is always setting
and the moon already risen
by the time I am here.

In the comfiest loft
I have ever seen.

Through the orange lit windows
I see fields and trees
bathed in gold,
bathed in a beauty
I have travelled miles in my mind
to behold.”

freeverserevolution.wordpress.com/2018/10/06/sunset-moon-kristiana-reed

Kristiana Reed day dreams, people watches in coffee shops, teaches English and writes. She is President of FVR Publishing, a curator on Blood into Ink, a collective member of The Whisper and the Roar & Sudden Denouement, and blogs at My Screaming Twenties. She does the day to day running of Free Verse Revolution.

#TBT MARKED by Christine E. Ray

Exquisite brave words by the fierce Christine Elizabeth Ray:

“We were more than fingerprints

brushed across each other’s wrists

we loved recklessly

and deeply

dipped our hands

into our souls…”

braveandrecklessblog.com/2018/09/13/tbt-marked

Christine E. Ray is an indie author and freelance editor who lives outside of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. You can read more of her work on her blog Brave and Reckless. Her first book of poetry, Composition of a Woman, is available through Amazon and other major online book retailers.