Steel the Whisper

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A Global Divergent Literary Collective

by Aurora Phoenix

there is a steel band

slicing through my tongue

as I struggle to break the whisper

give voice to the rumbling rise

of my inconvenient truths

the world is burning

/it melts/

from the lava erupting

in my ston-ed heart

I felt the gripe

of your slimy eyes

infest

/molest/

my lushly fruited hips

your hand tells me

to hold my tongue

/clenched as it is/

above my future

clamping down my self-regard

you rest on the laurels of your discontent

as red, rusting

fades

there is a roar

/building/

in this chatteled vessel

the dam in my throat will burst

behold!

what ushers from these lips

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Aurora
Phoenix is a wordsmithing oxymoron. Staid suburbanite cloaks a badass
warrior wielding weapon grade phrases. Read more of her confabulations
atInsights from “Inside.”

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What You Should Know About ‘We Will Not Be Silenced’

Brave & Reckless

We Will Not Be Silenced: The Lived Experience of Sexual Harassment and Sexual Assault Told Powerfully Through Poetry, Prose, Essay, and Art is the brainchild of Kindra M. Austin, Candice Louisa Daquin, Rachel Finch, and Christine E. Ray.  The four indie writers and survivors felt compelled to do something after the strongly triggering Kavanaugh Hearings.  We decided that we would advocate, educate, and resist through our art.

We opened submissions for only two weeks to women and men around the world.  The response from writers and artists was overwhelming: the final anthology will include 166 pieces of writing and art from 94 contributors around the globe.  It also led to the birth of Sisters of Indigo Light, dedicated to the healing and empowerment of sexual harassment and sexual abuse survivors through creative expression and community.

The four editors decided early on that this was a project about passion and…

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Mood, Moonlit

I sowed the seeds of my own destruction

coated in the guise of a mother tongue

while the drizzle of doom

soft and silent

drips

drops

/my sibilant sis/

 

I ate from the cap of the amanita

scarlet brooding senorita

swooned to the tune

of a glass-looked fall

spat the spores

/blood admonition/

 

I dabbled in a dab of diablerie

swaddled as I was with faux coterie

dawdled long among tip-toed tulips

placed dibs on the crux of wizardry

 

I raise my glass

chipped, half-empty

toast with the devil

/wed moonlight/

Christine Ray – Composition of a Woman Like no Other

A fitting tribute to a phenomenal woman!

A Global Divergent Literary Collective

“The world needs strong women who will lift and build others, who will love and be loved. Women who live bravely, both tender and fierce. Women of indomitable will.” – Amy Tenney

I don’t know who Amy Tenney is, have never heard of her, nor read anything other than the above quote, (that I know of), that can be traced back to her, but after reading that very quote, I think Amy Tenney may know Christine Ray.

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If the heart of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective is the impressive collection of writers and their work, editors and their passion, readers and their appreciation, then surely Christine Ray has been a potent infusion of life for us all.

For the past two years, Christine Ray has been a valued, and much loved, member of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective. As a writer, Christine is nothing short of impressive. As a poet…

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Sudden Denouement’s First Short Story Literary Prize – Open For Submissions Nov 1, 2018

A Global Divergent Literary Collective

Since its inception in 2016, The Sudden Denouement Literary Collective has had the privilege of featuring some of today’s most fearless writers. With members that span the globe and editors who share a passion for pushing boundaries, we as a collective have enjoyed reading, promoting, and watching the success of each individual artist as they have grown in their craft and left their mark upon the literary world.

Now, as writers and readers, editors and fans, we at Sudden Denouement Literary Collective are ecstatic to open up the doors to our outstanding, award winning collective, and invite you all in to pull up a chair and tell us your stories.

The Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, and Sudden Denouement Publishing, are pleased to dip our toes into the waters of great literary contests and announce our first ever short story literary prize with a call for submissions from all of you.

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Testify! – A Collaboration

What happens when poet warriors respond to the injustice of the day.

Whisper and the Roar

Elephants in the arena,

drowning out the stories as

we all hear them,

stomping on

the flowerbed scenery

they’ve built around your garden of rot,

and without a

second thought,

sold the world a

wilting centerpiece

(Nicholas Gagnier)

I

And His Daughter Prayed for Her

She didn’t really know why

She prayed she’d not meet a guy

At a party; ‘cause he’d liked beer

That sudsy stuff she’d now fear

II

The louder we toast

The better the truth we spew

Just another pint

The truth becomes toxic stew

We’ll all agree

Got the votes of the old crew

Now let’s all meet

At Four P’s and grab a brew

(Stephen Fuller)

Oh! look at him

when the venom drips from his slithering tongue

and he moans and screams

to validate his flagrant lies

and the white privilege

agrees in complete unison

Hiding behind the female prosecutor

those bunch of naysayers,

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WHY ‘WE WILL NOT BE SILENCED’- Christine E. Ray

Blood Into Ink

I am a writer, an editor, and publisher with a background in clinical social work and neurodegenerative research.  I am a mother, a wife, pansexual, dyslexic, living with Bipolar II, and fibromyalgia.  I am an artist, an avid reader, and lifelong advocate for social justice.

I am also a sexual abuse survivor.

Like many sexual abuse survivors, I kept my story to myself for many, many years.  For decades, I only shared my story with the people I was most emotionally and physically intimate with.

Partially my silence was to protect the innocent who could still be hurt by the fallout of my story, partially because of shame, partially because I told myself that what happened to me wasn’t so bad compared to what has happened to so many others, and partially because I didn’t want to be viewed as damaged.  I didn’t need, or want, anyone’s pity.

When I…

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