Untitled-Rana Kelly/2nd star to the Left, straight on ’til morning

2nd star to the Left, straight on 'til morning

Falling stars
happen every night,
but sometimes I’m transfixed
by the flickering light
and watch it fall
it crashes to the dirt
and the scythe claims
one more soul.
The silence is so loud.
I can’t say why,
But the green of your eyes
usually means trouble
of some kind.
I remember then,
I think I was fourteen.
I wondered how it could be
that someone so unearthly
someone so fey
could have landed down here
in hell.
And I knew that both of us
would have to pay our way.
I never thought
you would take some
of my skin
as you walked by.

Rana Kelly

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CARRION-Rana Kelly/2nd star to the Left, straight on ’til morning

2nd star to the Left, straight on 'til morning

Dead roses
And shriveled lust
You wiped
The blue dust
Off of my wings.
And now just
The ravens
Sing.
Carrion cries
Into the trees
Mountains of
Bones, fur
Teeth
And all manner
Of dead and broken
Things.

Rana Kelly

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The Weyward Sisters: Songs of Ophelia A Collaboration from the Women of Sudden Denouement

you must remember

rosemary, pansies, fennel,

columbine and rue,

You forgot tansy, didn’t you?

When the ground freezes over

And your flowers crumble and brown

Let the ice in Hamlet’s Heart

And the Red on his hands

Deliver him forever from you.

And when you return again

From your journey to the sea

Never forget

It is you.

It was never he.

Rana Kelly/2nd star to the Left, straight on ’til morning

I sat and watched the current roll by today

I think I’d like to float away to a place that I cannot say

You were always directing the rivers flow

I trusted you knew where it would go

But you let me go adrift

Dream chaser isn’t that what you always said?

You’re where the love has always been

Dream chaser dream chaser

don’t mock me now

Its not always the same

You will find me in this life or the next floating down stream

Not a single memory left

Hannah Wagner/The Hero’s Inferno

from up here, the night is clearer.

she is closer to the sky.

the branches cradle her like a mother’s arm,

bouncing in the night’s distractions.

if she stretches high enough,

perhaps the summer breeze

will whip these leaves into a flurry,

and carry her,

perhaps she will join the path of stardust

and deserted dreams

to meet the star-girls

in their extra-terrestrial dance –

she longs,

yet the maternal clasp of mother’s chest

holds her fast,

with ropes of tears and blood.

Lois E. Linkens

Defined always

By men around me

Daughter

Sister

Virgin

Whore

Locked ever in memory

Who holds the keys

To my prison?

Descent into

Watery madness

Sink gracefully

Into welcoming embrace

I will become a mermaid

A siren

No room on dry land

In this man’s world

For a woman of pure heart

To break the mold

Break expectation

My fight floats away. . .

Christine Ray/Brave and Reckless

I don’t want to be surrounded by men anymore

I run, it is in vain, I go in circles

I wish mother would take me to the water

Imagine

A world without mothers

The world would fight in peace

He says it is over Ophelia

But

It’s never over

I tear this watch off my neck

I am sick of biology ticking

I am going to end the world

A woman doesn’t have the power they laugh

I will poison the milk that flows in me

I will take the planet between my breasts and watch it pop

The world will end

When there are no more mothers

Hannah Wagner/The Hero’s Inferno

Ophelia,

but unforgiving

stamping out of the water

a malnourished fetus dangling from her open womb

“Look what you have made me do!”

Ophelia,

but pestilent

tired of men knotting flowers around the slashes on her wrists

to make death look appealing

I’m Ophelia, except I didn’t die in a river

mouth full of seashells and eye-sockets full of mud

I’m Ophelia, alive, burning

blood on my knuckles and poetry scribbled over my palms

Hush, little boy, you tragic Hamlet imposter

I might be coming for you next

Malicia Frost/Malicia’s Malebolge

 

 

 

 

 

The Attic-Rana Kelly/2nd star to the Left, straight on ’til morning

I give until I’m gone.

open my rib cage

scrape my heart

onto your plate

where it goes cold

and then I remain

an empty hope chest

in the dusty corners of

attics

with kindling made of

broken rocking chairs

and cracked porcelain

dolls

Judy dress forms

Full of pins

And yellowed walls.

Weaved in among the

wood

In a neighborhood

of condemned houses,

waiting to be burned.


[Rana Kelly was born and raised in the Deep South, and now resides in the Southwest.  Her poetry, personal essays, short fiction, and photography has been published in anthologies and literary magazines far and wide over the years, from Caesura to featherproof press, FM to Ceremony Collected. Her first novel, Until Her Darkness Goes, was published in 2015.She’s currently writing her second novel under a pseudonym.]

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Our New Publications Page

We are thrilled to announce that the writers of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective have been so productive lately that we have needed to create a Publications page on our site.  See below for a sneak peak and look for the page in our top menu.  We expect to be updating it regularly!

Books

Sarah Doughty

Heartstring Eulogies

Earthen Witch Novels

The Silence Between Moonbeams

Rana Kelly

2nd star to the Left, straight on ’til morning

2016

Until Her Darkness Goes

David Lohrey

2016

The Other Is Oneself: Postcolonial Identity in a Century of War: 20th Century African and American Writers Respond to Survival and Genocide

 Nicole Lyons

The Lithium Chronicles

2017

Hush

 S.K. Nicholas

A Journal for Damned Lovers

2016

A Journal for Damned Lovers

United Kingdom

United States

Georgia Park

Private Bad Thoughts

2017

Quit Your Job and Become a Poet

Paperback

EBook

Author Interview – Rana Kelly – Until Her Darkness Goes

Sudden Denouement’s own Rana Kelly gets interviewed by TooFullToWrite.

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Hey there everyone.

Here we are sitting pretty in the middle of the week again. Well done for making it this far into hump day and remeber the weekend is just around the corner.

For tonight’s guest on the Author Interview series, may I introduce to you all fiction author, poet and songwriter Rana Kelly, as she talks to us about her creative endeavours and what inspires her.

Thanks for reading and as always, enjoy the show 🙂

Hi there Rana, thank you for being here to talk about your writing and helping us to get to know more about you as an author.

Let’s start with your novel “Until Her Darkness Goes”, a tale of sex, drugs and rock n’ roll set against a backdrop of a story of true love and raw emotions. Please tell us more about your protagonists Rachael Sullivan and Nicky McCallum, what is at…

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JUMP-Rana Kelly/2nd star to the Left, straight on ’til morning

2nd star to the Left, straight on 'til morning

I love a fucking rush.
And so I had some hopes.
Last ticks on my list,
If that would fit.
Dive with White sharks
Jaws snapping.
Their
Jagged teeth
A split second from
Dismembering me.
I wanted to dive
Down in a glass casket
Stare in
Crocodilian eyes.
Watch them
Calculate and measure
Where
To bite to best
Take their pleasure.
Jump out of a plane
And flip a coin
On the chute
Straddle a Ducati
Wrapped tight
In leather
On a crowded street.
I wanted to dive
Off high cliffs
Into the roiling sea
Become a monster
Or a madwoman,
If only I am free.
Feel real fear
Eat my mortality.
Take into me
My frailty
But after I met you,
I learned what great
Heights really feel like
The terror
Euphoria
Strange, that.
All I had to do
Was feel like this.
I think I trust you.
So…

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