‘Recombinant Selves’ – A Collaborative of 11 writers

We inherit

The wordless cry

Of all our former

Selves (CER)


They layer themselves

upon us

ragged cloaks

of the homeless


at our heels (AP)


Dusk takes one last breath

Swallowing golden specks of us

Scattered among the detritus

No light reflects

From such depths

We are the chosen (1W-W)


We stumble against starless darkness

searching for one truth (KMA)


Layer by layer, I am revealed.

The reflection looking back at me

isn’t one I recognize.

Will there be anything

worth remembering,

when I’m gone? (SD)


Fragmented remnants

permeate our evolution

ill-fated to dissonance

a dichotomy of our

recombinant selves (AGD)


Searching for a candle in the abyss,

A hope to hold onto,

To chalk sweaty palms

Gripping a frayed rope.

tearing tender flesh,

Climbing toward salvation (JWL)


But the stars have fallen, smashed diamonds

of our shattered images, and the lost cry

who am I? In tune with our hearts.(A)


Through telescopes

we focus on a point

All else is irrelevant

From the bottom of a well

our vision is limited

All else is a mystery (WC)


The mysterious property

of my ancestors

the progeny of dusk

I am prodigy or effigy

What I ought to be

or another misstep in

my fragile history (OP)


Our former





inheritance! (SFF)




A.G. Diedericks


Kindra M. Austin

Ward Clever

Sarah Doughty

Stephen F. Fuller

John W. Leys

Aurora Phoenix

Olde Punk

Christine E. Ray

Writer Spotlight: Ward Clever – Demons, Unicorns, and Cupid’s Assassins


[Photo Lillian Gish]

We will be spotlighting our writer’s periodically. Today, I wanted to focus on the work of Ward Clever and his page Demons, Unicorns, and Cupid’s Assassins. I became aware of Ward’s work early on in my journey on WordPress and having him in our humble collective has been a great joy.  His latest work, The Knife, Sharpened; The Senses, Dulled, showcases his mastery of language, as well as his sage-like wisdom. Please take a moment and read his latest work.


Jasper Kerkau



The Shape Of Things To Come

Ward Clever

Disguised with many masks but I know it’s you
Unmistakably, unequivocally you
I thought this was a circle, infinite
It’s actually a star with no point
Shining brightly, beautiful to look at
Painful to touch
Difficult to even get close to
A circle never ends, but never changes
Always, we go over the same things
Wearing different clothes, but saying the same names
Going around the outside
Perpetually unable to meet in the middle
Here’s the reason
The perfect shape is no shape at all
It’s an upward spiral
When circling back to previous experiences
It’s always with an ever higher perspective
Affording the opportunity to view previous nostalgia
Wistfully longing for the next higher spiral
To see how this place, this time, this now
Will look from that exalted position
I can look down and see you
Looking down at yourself
Mask secured from the front only
What was…

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Feeling like someone else wrote my autobiography-Ward Clever/Demons, Unicorns, and Cupid’s Assassins

Ward Clever

I’m at the top of this hill
Wind blowing right into my skin
Thrusting stinging whispers of you
What you were, what we were
Right through my capillaries
Nerve endings tingle and twinge
I am forced to admit the truth of things
The garments we wore when we were happy
Seem to be destined for a charity box
The coffee, once warm, sits unfinished
Just like we never touched one another
Talking about me rather than to me
I lean away rather than towards
I know what I said
I know
I know this, believe me
But I know what I see
I know what I feel
I know what’s happening
I know how it ends
That slow goodbye where images fade
Dreams go undreamt
I don’t know what will happen
Becomes something obviously happening
Sliding down slippery slopes
Can’t climb back up again
Sliding into the gaping chasm

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The Green Grass Of Time-Ward Clever

Trying so hard

To recapture youth

Don’t forget that youth is free

It never was captured

In the first place

It never could be

Forcing reality

Into the mold of memory

Causes damage

Both now and in the past

As both become distorted

The past remembered

Better than it actually was

The present experienced

Worse than it actually is

The green grass of time

Cut down by ghosts

Mr. Clever describes himself as a struggling romance addict, winding down on a Lady Gaga song.  He writes at Ward Clever.

Appearing In The Mist, Insatiable

Ward Clever

You knew that metaphors were direct, but you asked me why I never used similes. I said that similes were like diet metaphors. They just didn’t taste as good. You laughed.

That walk to the woods was magical, in the mist. You kept disappearing and reappearing in a place I didn’t expect. Once you were gone for a little too long, and I didn’t want to call out because it was very late, so late it was early. I finally found you by a cat and her new kittens. I didn’t blame you for not calling me over. I loved you more, then.

Whatever we were on had no signs of wearing off, so we went deep into the woods, down the giant staircase to the stream. You nearly fell, but I caught you. I would always catch you. We walked to the spring and laid down across the rocks…

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Summer Taphophile Melancholy-Introducing New Sudden Denouement Member Ward Clever

Shadows of shadows

Watching over me

Take their tasks

So seriously


Echoes of echoes

Listening to me

Rippling noises



Wheels within wheels

Turning me

Gears are grinding



Thoughts upon thoughts

Remembering me

Time ticks on


Mr. Clever describes himself as a struggling romance addict, winding down on a Lady Gaga song.  He writes at Ward Clever.