The Transitive Properties Of Heat And Thought

Ward Clever

The good night locks
Keep me safe from thoughts
Mental images lost
From the school of hard knocks

The car thermometer said 69 degrees. I pulled out my phone to take a picture. The first one was too blurry. The second one was zoomed in, because I had set it against the steering column and the volume buttons function as zoom/pull back when the camera is on. The third one was perfect! I looked at it in full screen view…

The waves goodbye
Keep me safe from a lie
Perpetuated by heat
Between you and I

It said 68 degrees. Somehow it got cooler with me in the car. I got out and went into the library, took some time, selected some books and came back. I got in. Still 68 degrees. I decided to drive a bit, and then maybe at a stoplight it will have gone up a…

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Sirens

S. K. Nicholas

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When the birds outside sing their songs and you play around with what you’ve got, the music kicks in and I forget how to speak and how to think. What’s your name? What do you look like? As I drink a few beers and roll a cigarette, you flicker in and out of existence as if it were a mundane act, and as I circle the bed you were sprawled out on only seconds before, all I can do is shake my head and wait for you to reappear. There’s a lamp in the corner of the room that’s a grave for dozens of dead moths. Their dead moth bodies are dry and brittle, and when I go to pick them up, they turn to dust between myfingers. On the table by the window, there’s a photo of you as a girl, of when you were maybe five…

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Unheard Incantations: A Collaborative Poem

Heartstring Eulogies

The following is a collaborative effort by myself and eight other writers. It’s always a pleasure to bring our minds together. Enjoy!

The words we cannot say
Will be wept
Into silence between us (CER)

Breathe deep, dear love;
Be still with me
Listen to my heartstrings
A song meant just for you (KMA)

Each tear
An eloquent elegy
To tortured truths (AP)

Each note played
On a hand carved lute
Strung with strips
Of my soul (JWL)

Your breathless aura
Beats in time
Undulating ululation
With my exhaled psyche (AP)

Intertwined, tangled,
Unified: whole
Healed. (JWL)

Yet with hearts torn open
Bleeding out the notes of our song
You turned from me (ME)

I am fire
Drowning
In desire
Weep
I beg
Save me (1W-W)

Fetch me an instrument,
For the untrained ear
Is soothed by that
Which it cannot comprehend. (LEL)

Not everything is black and white.
For…

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Ribeira dos Namorados – The Valentine Stream – Jonathan O’Farrell

[Picture by Jonathan O’Farrell]

Urging un-quieted falling, fluidity.
Senseless, surfing god torrent.
White noise cleansing oblivion.
Fluvial cold catharsis sender.
Rampant throwing moss-pit
Drenching doom spume.
Rampaging slit.
Delinquente deluge, slab slayer.
Forment shuddering orgasmic overthrow.
Aqueous aquarian revolt.
Spurting denyer of place.
Roaring rent in stability.
Quenching, opportune, outlet.
Cleansing cleft rock crusher.
Rudderless rushing lubricant.

Future, glistening, delight.
Riverine stage for summers lovers, owls and javeli.
Mount my vulnerable banks, engulf.

March 2017

[Jonathan is the newest member of Sudden Denouement. He is a brilliant writer and a photographer. We are honored by his contribution. Please check out my interview with Jonathan. – Jasper Kerkau]

https://www.patreon.com/JonathanOFarrell

Super Robot Party EP – Mechanical Heart Digital Soul Released in Conjunction with Sudden Denouement

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Super Robot Party has released an EP in cooperation with Sudden Denouement. We are branching into new mediums. Rich of SRP, is co-creator of Sudden Denouement, and part of the reason that we are where we are today. We look forward to partnering with other musicians who are part of the collective and eventually producing a compilation.

Take a second and check out their music. It is hard-driving shoegaze, seeped in the brooding lyrics of Rich, with much which, at times,  moves from melodic to punishing. The EP is 3.95 on ITunes.

Mechanical Heart Digital Soul – EP – Super Robot Party

https://superrobotparty.bandcamp.com/album/mechanical-heart-digital-soul

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In Blues and Golds – Nicole Lyons (Lithium Chronicles)

God, I am selfish.
I am a selfish lover,
and a selfish friend,
and I am a selfish saint.
But am I selfish on Sunday
when I break my bread
and remember that girl
and her tingles,
and every prayer I whispered,
when I was running
from scared into terrified?
I was unselfish when
I was terrified in that tunnel,
and I was high on those vibes
when we met.
The electric terror and tiptoes,
the sweet sound of bored teenagers
breaking trust and all the rules.
We smoked her stepfather’s cigarettes
and drank my mother’s wine,
and we spray-painted our names
inside each other’s secrets
in golds and blues across dirty metal,
and then she laid me down.
I was unselfish and terrified
that time I said yes
when I meant to say no,
but her fingers were quick
when my resistance was weak,
and I was two seconds to thirteen
and a lifetime from knowing better.
And now I can’t help but feel sorry
when I remember her then,
under those flickering lights
a block away from home,
and the way we kissed.
That kiss that stormed the skies.
That kiss that shook the plains.
That kiss that had her speaking
of tingles and first love,
and body rocks.
That kiss and those tingles,
on that body from a lifetime ago,
are now ravaged to bits
in a home somewhere,
eaten by the degenerate mouths
of degenerative diseases,
and here I am,
still selfish and terrified,
at breakfast on Sunday,
saying a prayer and wondering
if the tingles her body is wracked
and wrecked with now
can come close to the ones I gave her
in blues and golds, way back then.


 

[ Nicole Lyons is a writer/editor for Sudden Denouement. She is a driving force in SD with a voice that resonates with people all over the world. We are honored to have her as a member of our family. She is the creator of The Lithium Chronicles, as well as writing for other sites such as The Feminine Collective. Her first book Hush is an inspired collection of poetry. Most importantly, she is a valued friend and mentor –  Jasper Kerkau. ]

Cat Nap

by Lois Linkens and Christine Ray

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sleep stalks me, finds me an easy target

slinks in to drag me under, into the depths
where unknown dangers lurk in my unconscious
what murkiness lies behind my drooping lashes,
what shadows hide between each whistling breath?
what sharpness snuggles buried
among the feathers in my pillow,
what traps will soon ensnare
and dangle me, just feet from death?

they hook me, by the ankle
and suspend me from the tree of dreams,
around which serpents rattle, tigers prowl,
insects scuttle, poisonous, foul.
blood rushing to my head
cheeks flushed
heart thundering
as i dangle helpless

great cats bat their armored paws
at my flailing hair
like beggars round a campfire.
their claws pull and snag –
draw drops of blood
that quench night blooming jasmine
waiting below

i wake with a start. temples throb and pulse,
the bed is dry as my parched throat, blankets cold.
perhaps a girl
can be herself without the hair of fairytales.

 

 

Lois describes herself as a “confused english student,” though one quickly finds a polished, charming poet in her work. She has an elegant style that compliments her keen insight and whimsical sensibilities. It is a pleasure to present her work, and we ask you to take a second to look at more of her wonderful work, lois e.linkens

Christine Ray writes for Brave and Reckless and is a member of Sudden Denouement.  She is also curator at Blood Into Ink and barista at Go Dog Go Cafe.  She is an aspiring badass.