The Glass Castle In A Vase (or perhaps Franklin or Einstein or Gauguin or your local sub-bridge bum)- Mick Hugh

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The Glass Castle In A Vase (or perhaps Franklin or Einstein or Gauguin or your local sub-bridge bum)

I find myself in one place: it’s too intuitive to be real. A man of stature and possibility beaming a light that shines no farther than the wall. Certainty is absurd said Voltaire. Yet I am certain I have four limbs and a set of ribs and a cock between my legs. I am certain I have a career, if I think long-term enough, and I am certain to have good graces of God if I keep my posture up. The calendar marks the days in the blank way of its empty boxes sliding by. It is now October: in a month the insects will be frozen dead. And next June I’ll find myself still building bones for a fortune they call a pension. From my office walls working for a pension. Life is great when your last 10 years are finally free. What a predicament to find yourself in. Children starving, wife crying, the mold creeps up the walls. Do or die comes wrapped like crepes harder to swallow as the years burn on. Morality sits like an empty vase too fragile to disturb lest it break. And what breaks isn’t the spirit it’s the table it sits on beside the door in the tall foyer. What breaks isn’t golden it’s a god damn disease, it’s the glitter and glamor and 8000 pixels on the precious TV. What scurries are the rats in the walls; and what throbs ain’t your cock if haven’t your balls. And every day I sit still in my gray-decored room is another the world passes always darker in gloom – For the sun doesn’t shine if a face doesn’t feel the energy warming its skin. What a madness to find yourself in. How after a stress-fest at work beneath surveillance lights I am punching a steering wheel in traffic. What hurts it’s just golden glimmers. What bleeds doesn’t matter. And by the end of the drive to sit in a parking lot while the local station gets the Led out: the pitter-patter of Bonham’s drums and the freedom I held dear. Just to find myself in every place, to know that it’s all there.

(Do children still make good wandering beggars?)
(I don’t know.)
(Have you ever kept ferrets as pets?)
(I have not.)
(Okay. Because those you can leash and teach tricks for
tips. I was
wondering if children were the same.)
(You seem to’ve lost your mind.)
(I have not.)
(But you’ve lost your cock.)
(Hey – who’s asking the questions, here?)


 

[Mick Hugh is a writer/editor for Sudden Denouement, and the groundskeeper at Mick’s Neon Fog.]

ANATHEMA movement IV

Sam Lucero is right, this is a special writer.

BETWEEN REASON

ANATHEMA 
movement IV
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The fire of day crawls first from
the chin of Avenues
cutting the city East/West
clawing upwards between buildings,
vaulting roofs.
Its lashing tongue burning out
street chandeliers and sacrificial flames
in the shadows of buttresses
holding up the night

In the crucible,
morning jackknifes the throat of night
stabbing through the fissures of dream state

In the morning light,
the sidewalks are a cobblestone
mausoleum
bleached by the morning flash,
towards the moat dug around
the shelter of my bed

Sheets heavy as lead shelter me
from sun’s fission
piercing through windows,
its mark seared into the backdrop
behind my eyes

In sleep I chase fugitive fragments of recollection
into an abyss of dreams,
away from nightmare visions of daytime.
Doors open to where vague memories reside,
before light radiated paranoia

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A Journal for Damned Lovers Volume 2: Out Now!

S. K. Nicholas

The second volume of A Journal for Damned Lovers is now available to purchase from Amazon! It’s in physical format, with the Kindle version set to arrive at a later date.

I made a short video on YouTube where I share my thoughts and feelings regarding the occasion, as well as giving a reading of a piece taken from the second volume.

If you pick up a copy, then firstly, I thank you for your support, from the bottom of my weary heart, may I add, and secondly, I really do hope you enjoy reading it. A lot of effort has gone into making it as in-depthand immersive as possible, and as such, I’m confident it will take you on a journey. There’s a whole load of joy and despair within its pages, but ultimately, it’s a book about love, for lovers.

You can find the two ‘main’ links below.

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Swear To Me is available for purchase!

Blood Into Ink

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We pleased to announce that Nicholas Gagnier’s book Swear To Me is available for purchase on Amazon.com.  In addition to many fine pieces written by Nicholas, this volume includes writing by Blood Into Ink Curators Rachel Finch, Kindra M. AustinSarah Doughty, Aurora PhoenixDom, 1Wise-Woman, Nathan McCool, andChristine RayOther contributors to this volume include such Friends of Blood Into Ink  Rana KellyEric SyrdalWard Clever,   Aakriti Kuntal, Lois E. Linkens, Olde PunkNathan McCool, andNicole Lyons

This volume explores what it is like to live with depression and other types of mental illness.  Profits from its sale will be donated to mental health organizations.  We are deeply honored to have been included in this volume and hope that you will consider purchasing a copy.

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Sudden Denouement is seeking new writers

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Writing is often a solitary vocation. Sudden Denouement is a community of like-minded individuals who strive to promote each other’s writing. We offer a community of best writers in the world, and also offer the option of publishing. Please send a sample of your writing to Jasperkerkauwriting@gmail.com.

Jasper Kerkau