Stunning piece on Sudden Denouement
“Can’t sleep lately. Everything’s too bright. I’m not used to serenity; I am comfortable in the moss, under a rock, in the onyx flames of ill repute.”
https://suddendenouement.com/2016/12/31/cant-pbbr-revisited/
“Real isn’t how you are made. It’s a thing that happens to you. Sometimes it hurts, but when you are Real you don’t mind being hurt. It doesn’t happen all at once. You become. Once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand. Once you are Real you can’t become unreal again. It lasts for always.”
– Margery Williams
Art – Clair de Lune et Lumières, Léon Spilliaert, 1909
Magnificent piece by Jimmi Campkin on Sudden Denouement
“When I stare at the sea for too long I see faces in the waves. Often they protest or cry out, so many drowned sailors and regretful suicides, but sometimes I see a beatific face beaming out, inflected by the rays of an underwater sun, a soul at peace with itself and its journey.”
https://suddendenouement.com/2019/05/01/interzone/
Writer, photographer and creator of SANCTUARY. https://jimmicampkin.com/
“I put my heart and my soul into my work, and I have lost my mind in the process” – Vincent van Gogh
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.
Your words are stardust…
© Iulia Halatz
Art by Romany Soup.
In November of 2018, the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective announced its first Short Story Contest centered around the theme ‘Things Would Never Be The Same.’ We received 129 submissions from around the globe with incredibly diverse interpretations of the theme.
https://suddendenouement.com/2019/04/11/and-the-winners-are/
1st place:
Basilike Pappa – No More Than You Can Salt
Queenie by Lois Linkens on Sudden Denouement.
White slip of night at the shore,
And the fox-eyed pebbles wink at
The cold pearl moon. The freshwater stream,
Like silver silk…
https://suddendenouement.com/2019/04/22/queenie-lois-linkens/
Lois is a poet and student from England. She is studying the literature of the Romantics and hopes their values and innovations will filter through into her own work. She is working on longer projects at present, with a hope to publish poetry collections and novels in the years to come. She is a feminist, an nostalgic optimist, and a quiet voice in the shadows of Joanne Baillie and Charlotte Smith. It is a pleasure to present her work, and you can find more of it at Lois E. Linkens.
Wondrous simplicity in the words of Erich Michaels:
” … In my head I didn’t carry uncertainty like a leaden blanket, ending sentences in…?
In return you punctuated every sentence with
I love you. ”
https://suddendenouement.com/2019/04/15/i-mind/
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?
If you were an artist, how would you promote your art?
1. Hire a pen to spin a good yarn for https://hyperallergic.com/.
2. Speak to your art crowd and lure them to the place of your own creation, your Legendary Land.
Art by Wilhelm Kotarbiński – 1900.
“You’re completely disoriented as you run down the steps of the courthouse in Downtown Manhattan. This isn’t exactly your neighborhood, and it’s hard to get your bearings straight at first, but you know you have to move fast and catch a train soon, any train headed Uptown, so you move as quick as you can in dress shoes minus the laces.”
Wes Trexler is an American writer and filmmaker based out of New York City. Recent stories have appeared in the Wisconsin Review, Willow Springs, Story|Houston and elsewhere. Several others have appeared in the Rag Literary Review, including one which was awarded their fiction prize in 2015. Mr. Trexler was born in West Virginia. He studied at Eastern Washington University and attended the Squaw Valley Community of Writers workshop in 2005. He plays clarinet.
Caught in the web of Basilike Pappa’s words:
“Show me someone who doesn’t want to make their parents proud and I’ll show you a liar. Or, worse, I’ll show you a weakling who shies from hardship. Or, even worse, a heartless, ungrateful bastard. For it is a truth secretly whispered that, when parents bring a baby into their home for the first time, and the sleepless nights start, and the crying turns to howling for hours on end, one question keeps gnawing at their minds: Why did we do this to ourselves?”
Basilike Pappa lives in Greece, where she doesn’t work as a translator, a copy-editor or a historian. When she doesn’t write, she reads, walks her dog and cooks without salt. She fights anxiety by singing in a loud, bad voice. Her prose has appeared in ‘Intrinsick’ and ‘Timeless Tales’, and her poetry in ‘Rat’s Ass Review,’ ‘Surreal Poetics’ and ‘Bones Journal for Contemporary Haiku.’ You can read more of her work on her blog, Silent Hour.