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
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
Three of my favourite women, two of them in this interview, all three powerhouses in the writing/publishing world.
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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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
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
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
Oh how I love her
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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Rhymes and Reasons
Sunshine on Razor Wire: perspectives from "inside"
presented by Kindra M. Austin
the maiden, mother and caffeinated crone
