your fingers

on my spine

move no planchette

summon no spirits

writ in alphabet soup

the tingles

you trigger

are not hair-raising

in your arms

I warm

to the notion

of my resurrected



synaptic lapses

spectral cortical spasms

float ghosts

unchained and rattling

silent condemnations


my jellied brains

phantasmal spook



trailing chilled irons

clanking against composure


eyes prised wide

locked upon

tawny mirrorings

tether myself

to this moment



in coveted communion

I banish

badly behaved banshees

shrieking sprites


my ghosts


saturated with saccharin

society slurps sickening syrup

scarcely slakes


seldom satiates

rampant ravening

uncouth polydipsics

swallow slathers of slobber

tipping the balance


dehydration insipidus

slips on sips

nips on the heels

spinning their wheels

stagnant brackish soup

uncultured acculturation

likens likes likely

lisping lewd liturgy

literature livens

limping lethargy

poets pluck


parsed in parsimony

lift golden goblets


drink divine draughts



Requiem, At Dawn

Inspired by the introductory post by A, G Diedericks on Sudden Denouement. Please be sure to read his brilliant writing.


you drowned in the well

incognizant, I dug

I was tunneling

to the dawn of us

through the purgatory

of your distance

my shovel struck bedrock

immutable, unyielding

flinty faux foundation

fossilized connection

deflected, I excavated


tapped a hole

in the banks of Styx

inundated our

sacred rooms


I drowned in the well

unwitting, you unearthed

you were scrambling

for safety

craving concealment

hunted wolf cub

covering its scat

you sought burrowed refuge

tang of your fear

hung heavy on my tongue

frantic scrabbling

furrowed a pit

your sorrows swelled

rivulets to raging

unheeding I fell

over the brink


our dawn

was a golden reveille

an estival serenade

summons to rapturous

dispelling of vernal chill

from glittering gems of dew


our dusk plummeted precipitously

arctic dirge

to autumnal hurricanes

Abaddon escorts

to hibernal frigidity

dark, unconscionably soon

fell between me and you

Date Night

our connection is electric

I know how to turn you on

a single touch

of a fingertip

and you are at my beck and call

bent over my will

when I hold you close

I feel your heat build

searing my thighs

upon my whim

I control

your every utterance

with the slightest caress

I short-circuit

your senses

my strokes are key

to your excitation

rub or grind

to climactic exclamation

Fury Filled Fire-Water

your rhetoric

incinerated me

at the stake

a bonfire

all hopes of redemptive future

I drank deep draughts

from the goblet

you poured

overflowing of immolation

the hurricane

of my sorrows

left me charred

soggy clumps

I stank

with the pitiful stench

of abandoned homefires

coated in the pungent

clinging of my uselessness

I trudged, head down

into the gales

of your blistering derision

bolstering brittle limbs

with every smoke dragged step

my eyes began to eagle

your over-eager oogling

as my spines


soft protective plumes

I swallowed the lingering tongues

of salted flame

you lick

lapping at my wounds

I breathe branded fire

unsuccumbed to shame

witness the crackling fire

sparking from my eyes

and tell me again

how I will never

be anyone



When Worlds Collide

we were both grievously wounded

post the collision

though not because of

the concussive crash

our wounds oozed

guts and gore

as individual universi

went whirling

off their axes

we limped through the wreckage

earning Academy nods

riveting as also-rans

we tended each other’s wounds

wrapped with tattered Teflon


my tears saturated your shoulder

sopping soppy sop

seeping from choked up hazel

tender under fingertips

I kissed yours away

our worlds resumed their spinning

if tilted off-their-kilters

we stammer translations

of each other’s dialects

stumbling and bumbling

walking hand and hand

the trappings unembellished

the wrappings second hand

our souls sing

an a capella duet

measured and harmonious

slightly off key





Evolution – Aurora Phoenix

I am incredibly honored by Sudden Denouement posting my recent piece. Please be sure to check out all of their fabulous writers!

Sudden Denouement Collective

I was a corporal corpse


I thought I was a woman


yet substantive


quivering with fear

clotted cream cellulite

I had plotted a course



the world split up

and I was no more

not woman

not human

no longer actual



just the antagonist

in a surreal nightmare

I ceased reviewing

past portfolios

threw wide the sashes

shuttering the future

I am no longer myself

not woman

not human


I am elemental


essence of munificence

reviving as I flow


of jasmine and petrichor

scented essential

[Aurora Phoenix: I spent over 2 decades as a clinical psychologist, prior to the decimation of my world when I was suddenly incarcerated 2 and a half years ago. My writing was born in that caged existence – not a choice but a soul-saving necessity.  I write as Aurora Phoenix at Insights from “Inside”

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Cooking for a Ghost

my contacts are blurry

sedimented with the salts of tears

cried and un-

the crows scarred your eyes

with the feet

of their raucous gathering

your skin has been kissed by the sun

though you rebuffed

the intimacy of its affections

I stand before the sizzling stove

stewing nurturance

for my lover, never you

while your ghost spins

on the blades

of the ceiling fan that won’t turn off

trailing tenacious tendrils

of ethereal palpable scorn

I can’t stop shivering

Of Heart and Home

when home

is where the heart is

where do you live


sing me home

chittering sparrows

winging esurient

to my empty

tarnished feeder

shrill my heart

red-bellied eluder

you beckon


my dogged pursuit

habituate a habitation

eddies in estuaries

brooking becks

of nested nuance

swell my marrow

surf billow


toward the crest

crucial crux

in the nuclear winter

of my frozen nucleus

I toy with


shoot the rapids

hearken to the call

of the welcoming wild