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in OTOLITHS (AUSTRALIA)

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David Lohrey is the personification of Sudden Denouement.

The Crime of Understanding

He tells me Fashion has a purpose.
“You’re not against anything,” I say.This is part of the problem. People defend the end of the world, explain it, like they don’t care. Like if they understand it, they can control it.

https://suddendenouement.com/2019/05/11/in-otoliths-australia/

[David Lohrey is the author of Machiavelli’s Backyard from Sudden Denouement Publishing. He is also an editor for Sudden Denouement and a mentor for me personally – Jasper Kerkau]

How it Seems to Me

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How it Seems to Me

In the vast abyss before time, self
is not, and soul commingles
with mist, and rock, and light. In time,
soul brings the misty self to be.
Then slow time hardens self to stone
while ever lightening the soul,
till soul can loose its hold of self
and both are free and can return
to vastness and dissolve in light,
the long light after time.

—Ursula K. Le Guin

Wind by Robert Okaji

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The road to brilliance is paved with staggering simplicity:

Wind by Robert Okaji

That it shudders through
and presages an untimely end,

that it transforms the night’s
body and leaves us

breathless and wanting,
petals strewn about…

https://robertokaji.com/2018/09/25/wind-3/
“Wind” first appeared in Blue Hour Magazine and is included in his first chapbook, If Your Matter Could Reform.

A Winter Night by Sara Teasdale

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A Winter Night by Sara Teasdale

My window-pane is starred with frost,
The world is bitter cold to-night,
The moon is cruel, and the wind
Is like a two-edged sword to smite.

God pity all the homeless ones,
The beggars pacing to and fro.
God pity all the poor to-night
Who walk the lamp-lit streets of snow.

My room is like a bit of June,
Warm and close-curtained fold on fold,
But somewhere, like a homeless child,
My heart is crying in the cold.

Art by Frances Ridley Havergal, 1885.

Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones

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“Writers are great lovers. They fall in love with other writers. That’s how they learn to write. They take on a writer, read everything by him or her, read it over again until they understand how the writer moves, pauses, and sees. That’s what being a lover is: stepping out of yourself, stepping into someone else’s skin.”
― Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones: Freeing the Writer Within

Jeanette Winterson’s 10 tips on writing from Brainpickings.org

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10 rules of writing (which apply to all creative work) from one of our greatest living writers:

https://www.brainpickings.org/2018/09/05/jeanette-winterson-10-tips-on-writing/

They all boil down to: “Perfection is like chasing the horizon. Keep moving.” – Neil Gaiman

Donating = Loving

Morning mist

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The mist that
covers my heart
is thick
numbing mornings
and evenings
with the sagacity
of a cubist artifact.

It comes in layers
clinging with fetid fingers
on to the gargoyles
of the old mansion
our love has become.

No surprise from
any shadow
No brush
with velveteen
vulnerable
acts of tenderness.

Dragons and starlings
seem nearer
in the dancey mists

Love is uncovered
in a smile
at first light…
Is that enough?

© Iulia Halatz

Photography art – Grace M.Ballentine – Morning Mist

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.