Let Old Bones Lie

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

The Long Road Home

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

Holt Street

I wound a broken guitar string around my left thumb and index finger until I could no longer feel either of them because I was high and I liked the shades of red and white that pulsed down my hand until he unwound the string and placed my palm in his own, and then I … Continue reading Holt Street

The creation of SMITTEN; Interview with Kindra M. Austin

Three of my favourite women, two of them in this interview, all three powerhouses in the writing/publishing world.

TheFeatheredSleep

Interview with Kindra M. Austin one of the two co-founders of Indie Blu(e) publishing by SMITTEN editor, Candice Daquin.

Candice: Indie Blu(e) is a young, edgy and finger to the pulse type of micro publishing gig. What went into its inception? What forces created Indie Blu(e)? What influences?

Kindra: When Christine and I first encountered one another, we recognized straight away that we share a passion for not only writing, but for helping other writers hone their creative voices. I think we first began talking about joining forces to build a publishing company in 2017. In 2018, we realized we already had the bones to build upon with the Indie Blu(e) Network, which we co-founded. The IBN began as a source for readers and writers to discover indie authors, and authors published through small presses.

Our shared vision has always been to represent the unconventional and underappreciated. Knowing what we wanted…

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SMITTEN This Is What Love Looks Like – A Review

I fucking love poetry. I love good poetry, exceptional poetry, poetry that sits heavy on my chest and reaches down my throat to pull my own words out of my belly, and thank the goddess, in the era of the Instapoet and art without soul, Indie Blu(e) publishing and Candice Daquin have given us all … Continue reading SMITTEN This Is What Love Looks Like – A Review

Looking at me

You keep fucking looking at me as if I haven't just swallowed your lust, as if the puddles of your pride hadn't slipped from my lips and dribbled down my chin. You keep fucking looking at me as if the taste of you didn't just try to burn a hole through my sternum and pool … Continue reading Looking at me

July

I think I saw you again in the moonlight tonight, and I swear I could taste the hints of it all: the moment June whispered her goodbye and July roared in on the cusp of thunder, dripping in memories rained down on my door. It’s all just a little bit beautiful, a whole lot lonely, … Continue reading July

Dignity

Oh how I love her

TheFeatheredSleep

Turn out the light

No scrutiny tonight.

Her kind voice washing over radio waves

Through pipes behind patchwork facades

Bring the murmur of comfort … baby

Far from judgement

Where you’re safe from that brand of cursive

And the tangle of lamenting souls

Each seeking to imprint their own

Moment of impotent glory.

Move over, it’s getting too crowded

We may be losing our sight

But heels sound their static curiosity

Whether we look or not.

The music of what is not prescribed

Can be a tonic …

Free to sling and fling, ferris of hurt

That word they used … did not describe you

And you must be strong if, you’re still standing

If it didn’t tear you apart.

Delusion survives the harshest words

But not when there’s no one left to pick you up.

You learn to survive even,

As everything turns and diminishes

Lean on the mercury…

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On Consent – In a Seventh Grade Classroom

Hey, you! The mom of that twelve-year-old boy who leers like some fifty-year-old drunken uncle. Start teaching him that no means no. Right Fucking Now. You should have been teaching him this already. Teach him that consent is as real as the shoes on his feet and the laces he ties in double-knots. Teach him … Continue reading On Consent – In a Seventh Grade Classroom

Indie Reviews – The Lithium Chronicles: Volume One

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