Shinbone-Jimmi Campkin

Jimmi took me places with this piece, I love it.

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We’d swum upstream, arching through the reeds and the little currents swirling around the sharp rocks just below us, grazing our elbows and knees.  The river meandered under the watch of hills crumpled and confused like an unmade bed.  Nothing moved except the wind and the water; and two undernourished, hopelessly drunk, hopelessly pale little tadpoles in the dark green of a midnight dip.

She’d hotwired the car in a dark corner of the drive-thru.  Under the artificial glare of neon bulbs, we’d seen the young couple fingering each other damp before sucking away their respective juices and hitting the fries.  All she needed was a cigarette lighter and a hairclip and we had a car.  A good car.  A V6 apparently, whatever that means, with two belts of cheap vodka and an automatic transmission.  I didn’t mind.  It meant she could grip my cock and still keep one hand…

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Meet Sudden Denouement Collective Member Nicole Lyons

Me on SD

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The editors of Sudden Denouement Literary Collective know that our strength is our writers. We hope that you enjoy getting to know them through our new Writer Interview Series.

What name do you write under?
Nicole Lyons

In what part of the world do you live?
Beautiful British Columbia, Canada. I live where one must dress for all four seasons in one day.

Tell us about yourself.
I have the heart of an angel and the mouth of a drunken sailor. I am loyal to a fault and I always bet on the underdog. I dislike crowds and most people in general, and if it wasn’t for fear of depriving my daughters, I’d move us to a cabin in the woods near a secluded little lake to live out the rest of my days.

Where do you publish your work?
The Lithium Chronicles

When did you begin your blog and…

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Coming July 2018

I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited about a book coming out before. C’mon July!

I have been a HUGE Rachel Finch fan forever now and I am so excited she’s releasing her new book through SD – Also, I’ve had a sneak peak of it, and it is phenomenal.

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Sudden Denouement Publishing is thrilled to announce the upcoming release of Rachel Finch’s book of poetry ‘A Sparrow Stirs its Wings.” Rachel is the powerhouse behind the Bruised But Not Broken community on Facebook, which provides support and healing for trauma survivors. She is also a Contributing Writer for Blood Into Ink and founder of Bruised But Not Broken on WordPress. She is a symbol of hope throughout the world and we are honored to see her vision come to life.

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I Will

Matthew D Eayre – always so fucking good

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I don’t need to apologise
but I will,
because something I said
or did, or did,
made you think I was a
decent fellow,
I hate to kill you,
I’d hate to die,
you seem a decent fellow as well

I have noticed some discrepancies
between the way life is
to me, to me
and the way it looks
when you paint

Are my eyes working poorly?

I’ve seen some nights
and some days
I’ve had my fun
and I’ve shed tears
and blood, and blood

Are my hands too dirty?

I shouldn’t have to explain
but I will, because unlike
those without legitimacy
my reasons have reasons
and I have seen some ugly
and I have been, I have been
I don’t name myself poet
and I don’t claim to be higher
than flying mountains

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
and nobody can say otherwise
and…

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We’re All a Little Illiterate

We wear poems on our skin; those words were carved into our bones when we were born into a world sadly lacking good poetry, and far too filled with shame to ever let us dance naked, and swing our stories from our hips. © Nicole Lyons 2018

A Road Less Travelled

I walk softly around the edge of it. I am afraid to breathe. My fingernails cut a path through my palms and I exhale slowly, watching the mantras I have pulled from my blood, pooling in my hands. I lift my fists to my lips and I place the chant on my tongue, loud enough … Continue reading A Road Less Travelled

Poem in which I dye my hair ashen blonde- Henna Sjöblom

She blows my mind, what an amazing writer.

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Poem in whichIf we don’t speak again, I want you to know
I survived,
overrun, barren and sliced to the bone,
with a sudden urge to laugh

out loud,

accused of fetishizing, pretentiously advertising
oppressed minority groups and late night liquidizing 
talking too loud, being way too obvious
(she’s a meat hook,
a wretched Mary Sue, not one original thought in her mind)
What kind of disaster am I unless someone
takes notice? Here I am canned in an airtight tube,

your average misanthropist, complete with profanity filter and habituation warnings,

averting offensive comments and online shitstorms

judgement burns like hydrogen peroxide

What’s your passion darling, what’s your deepest and most unpronounceable 

truth? Let it all show,
make it the thrill of a lifetime,
parodize yourself to the point of exhaustion!
Don’t worry if you missed a streak
– just cut it off and glue it to your forehead

as protection.

Hey…

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