Someone on my Facebook page asked me “girl you good...” after my last post and I refrained from answering for a few because how do I even answer that? No! I’m not fucking good. It’s a hard thing when your perfect little world has been rocked too little too late. The fact that I have … Continue reading God Damn Us All
“Two new lungs inflate within my beaten chest. I watch the rise and fall; my eyes are like an infant’s, opened for the first time, and I want to see.” Kindra M. Austin, The Rise and Fall “You don’t like what these eyes reflect, and I’m the one who disintegrates.” Kindra M. Austin, Disintegration “The … Continue reading Heavy Mental by Kindra M. Austin – A Review
Love doesn’t mean forever and loyalty can carry a weight far heavier than betrayal. Friends will come and go, but the good ones will leave you with a heart full of love and memories to last a lifetime. Once you’ve saved for a rainy day, your world will indeed flood. It’s okay to disagree with … Continue reading Lessons I’ve Learned Over The Last Decade
Grab your copy of The Lithium Chronicles: Volume 2 HERE I have never been one to hide my diagnosis, my history of addiction, or the incredibly poor choices I made that brought me to this place where I finally find myself. This place is one of struggle, the walls are high and painted in all … Continue reading The Lithium Chronicles: Volume 2 Just Dropped
I’m no peach – but I am grateful.
Editor’s Note
Raw. Fierce. Brave. Brazen. Honest. These words are often (and accurately) used to describe Nicole Lyons’ writing. I’ve also seen her called a crazy bitch; the real burn is that Nicole lives so much inside her truths, she’s able to say, “Yes. I am a crazy bitch.” One of the things I admire most about my lioness is that she never allows naysayers to hold power over her. Nicole takes what is meant to be derogatory and makes it into a crown. Bipolar Affective Disorder, however, doesn’t genuflect before her; BAD is always seeking to usurp the reign she has over herself.
Working so closely with Nicole on the Lithium Chronicles has shown me facets of her being that I’ve never before seen through my friendship eyes; to be her editor is a fascinating position. Nicole neither appreciates nor responds to placation the way some other writers do…
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I am absolutely blown away by this review!
The Lithium Chronicles Volume ll.
What happens to a writer who began to write to make sense of life, as she evolves as a human-being? Does she stay the same? Does her writing change? Add to this, the liquid mercury of emotions that push and pull that writer in myriad directions. How does this reflect upon her, the human? And how does that translate into output? In Burn The Pages, I Dare You, we see Lyons at her best, using emblematic bleeding wordage that outlasts the moment and sears into our brains; “They burn those women into memories, / inside barrels, and outside of libraries. / They write stories about / women like her, the kind / of women in the kind / of stories that make the driest / bones wet and the holiest knees bleed.” Is it any wonder she had literally forged her own fierce brand…
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Canadian poet Nicole Lyons is deeply touched that Saskia Jones, victim of the recent London terrorist attack, found comfort in her poem ‘Someday, Someone’ and shared it on her social media pages. Written in 2015, ‘Someday, Someone’ first appeared on Ms. Lyon’s blog The Lithium Chronicles and was included in her first book of poetry, Hush.
Ms. Lyons and Indie Blu(e) Publishing extend their deepest sympathies to the loved ones of Ms. Jones and Jack Merritt, also killed in this tragic incident.
“It is always a pleasure to read Nicole's work. She is an exceptional writer that has long been a favourite of mine and I was thrilled to be asked to look over her most recent collection 'The Lithium Chronicles: Volume 2'. Nicole's honesty is what grips me. She pours her truth onto paper, the way … Continue reading Indie Blu(e) Author Rachel Finch Reviews The Lithium Chronicles: Volume Two
I never could tell if it was my body or my mind he ached to strip. He had a weakness for pretty disasters and ugly tragedies. The cut of his tongue sliced through both. Colors exploded into me, violent shades of him, striking my soul. Hush your quaking heart, we have many things to see. … Continue reading Let Old Bones Lie
It’s been awhile since I’ve walked this dusty road, but I remember it well. That spot there, where the sun never quite reaches, is where I found myself on my knees praying to a god I didn’t believe in. Bodies upon bottles upon razor blades gleaming with self-harm and a cocaine glow fill the ditches … Continue reading The Long Road Home
Rhymes and Reasons
Sunshine on Razor Wire: perspectives from "inside"
presented by Kindra M. Austin
the maiden, mother and caffeinated crone
Poetry and prose by Basilike Pappa
