my eyes deep into the looking glass they go the crevice on my throat regulates my breath so slow bones my genetic frame from the Danube it came a girl with a mind of her own but her thoughts are filled with white carnations and light pink madness stuffed into a blue and gold Chinese…
Tag: Poetry
I Am More Than Breath and Bone: a.d.matthias
I am more than breath and bone… I am invisible, the interstitial; in the onslaught of existence, I am the space that bears dismissal; I am the ink in the blink, the prose never read, the praise never given, and the truth never bled I am muted, the bitten tongue, the trapped gasp of life…
It’s the End of the World As We Know It Challenge: I want to fly – Charu Sharma
We break against the dirt of the ground with the loudest thud, it’s there for everyone to hear it’s there for everyone to see. A glass pane put back together from its broken shards isn’t as transparent; you can trace the deep grayish sadness running along the long lines of its cracks, just on the…
Soul Defect – Jamie Lynn Martin
I’ve often pictured myself as the girl born to hide in the shadows, overcast by all the stories marked with love. You see those are the ones who get to feel the light, their shine is pure, untainted. You see I’m broken, defected the moment my soul hit land. I’m meant for different things, my…
MOON ATE THE DARK CHALLENGE: MOON EATS THE DARK – BARBARA LEONHARD
In a nest of owls, I awaken bare, bleeding. Talons pierce flesh. Stabbing beaks shear old skin, mincing fat and bone. I am released into cloud. Glossy wings unfurl. I chase stars and alight onto rays of petrified time. I scan marvel as Moon eats the dark. I feast on corolla of sunflowers that sway…
MOON ATE THE DARK CHALLENGE: DEVON BROCK
When the moon ate the dark, I went hungry. Hungry – not for stars as dry old rice on a pan, on a counter, in a bowl, but for a blackstrap night – thick, sweet and bitter run on my tongue – on a pancake plain, forked through and wedged out In sections, forty odd…
Moon Ate the Dark Challenge: Twisted, Toasted Bones – Stephen Fuller
Smeared dark jelly on twisted, toasted bones Lain in the dirt to bleach. Had to dispose of them Somehow, so with closet full I set out into wilds I’d forgotten we’re so much fun in my youth. Why the jelly, one might ask, don’t the dogs eat Even without extra-seasoning? True, they do. Yet, what…
Sister’s Silent Psychiatrist
Sister’s soundbox/ only re/peats/ phrases she has taught herself,/ as if/ there is nothing more than./ My mouth/ is a question mark that/ hers can’t diction/ary,/ but those amber orbs I love/ open a dimension,/ meant;/ and I try to/ si/lent/ psychiatrist. © 2019 Kindra M. Austin
Moon Cactus
I dreamt of you, again. It’s been years, but in my sleep I recalled every feature of your fine pale face, and the guttural tone of your voice. I could smell you; I held my breath against the scent of menthol ciggies and gin and tonic sticking to your saliva. I spent the night…
Week Five: An Unquiet Mind Writing Prompt Challenge
This November Brave and Reckless, Go Dog Go Café, and Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen are teaming up to host An Unquiet Mind Writing Prompt Challenge. At the beginning of each week, we will provide daily writing prompts inspired by titles of memoirs and novels that explore life with mental illness. We will also provide the Goodread links for the…
Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen 