Are You Fucking New Here?- A Weyward Sisters Collaboration

The Weyward Sisters have something to say today on Sudden Denouement.

A Global Divergent Literary Collective

You dropped by today

dissected my verse

thoughtfully pointed out

all the ways I could

smooth out my edges

improve flow

to slide more gently past

your discerning eyes

you must be fucking new here

if you think

I was asking for it

not a fan of unsolicited advice

my “friend”

I like my truth

raw

bloody

with a hint of lemon for acidity

that stings going down

(Christine Ray)

Oh, hello,

I didn’t see you there

although I can already tell you like to stare,

as if it is your obligation

to females everywhere.

And everywhere you seem to be.

You’re the type who lingers in keyboards,

assaulting our letters

with ones you would never dare to speak.

You’re the type who visits galleries just to sigh,

point out the vulvas in the petals

and tut at a landscape you’ve never visited.

You’re the type who slumps way down…

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Guest Barista Aurora Phoenix-Heralds of Crickets

The welcoming baristas at the Go Dog Go Cafe have been so good as to share this piece. Please stop by and share their warmth.

Go Dog Go Café

Hot hazy humid

Dog days of summer

Stifling August doldrums

Birds inhabit shade’s cooling

Fence perched visits dwindle

Butterflies flutter desultorily

Flitting orange, yellow, white

Crickets the musical accompaniment

Chirp herald to the month

Springy hopping ushers of

Subtle seasonal change


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

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Bastardizing Feminism

when you call me

feminist

with that sneer

that mocks blue-black

from deadened eyes

have you consulted Webster

as you disparage

inexactly?

is it equality

that prompts

your jaw tightening

snarling disdain?

what fear you

if I stood

shawty

at your side?

 

when you label me

feminist

in that tone

befit for excrement

you trod upon

now befouling your nose

did you crack open Oxford

before you hurl

erroneous aspersions?

 

is it not right

in your eyes

smeared with sycophantic

self-adulation

that I dare believe

I am deserving

of status

non-secondary?

 

when you brand me

feminist

as you would

a wandering cow

to which you lay claim,

who irritates

with wayward ways,

do you peruse American Heritage

as you slander

from spittle-foamed lips?

 

is it my audacity

to advocate

earnest and articulate

on behalf of myself

and sisters in subjugation

that tightens your colon

as you clench

your misbegotten gains?

 

dear sirs (and madams)

I respectfully submit the attached

as evidence of

verbiage abuse

and request that you

cease and desist

 

 

 

 

This is Jail

“this is jail”

oft-repeated poisonous mantra

“if you don’t like it, don’t come to jail”

officer excusing institutional dehumanization

“we’re in jail”

flawed logic condoning

crude, rude sewer mouth

gratuitous graphic expletives

“i’m in jail”

faulty rationale promoting

senseless corrosive pejoratives

perpetually derogatory interactions

“you’re in jail”

invalidation levied rataliatorily

accusation of assured corruption

expectations of decency DENIED

“this is jail”

flashing neon sign

advertising internalized self-denigration

all-pervading loss of dignity

 

Guest Barista Aurora Phoenix-Spring Sun

The warm and welcoming folks at the Go Dog Go Cafe have been so kind to post this piece of mine. Please visit them in the Cafe

Go Dog Go Café

Gently strengthening spring sun

Asserts itself, boldening balm

Daffodil yellow rays coax relaxation

Weave protective filaments of warmth

Drape dappled fronds of healing

Upon winter’s starved countenance.

Windbursts swirl, frollic

Lion cubs tussling playfully

Rustle autumns’ leafy detritus

Echoing swan song, year departed

Scouring, shining

Dressing the world anew.


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

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Deontological Doubts – Aurora Phoenix

My latest piece on Sudden Denouement. As always, I am honored to be among such quality writers. Be sure to check out all of their work!

A Global Divergent Literary Collective

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Deontological Doubts

I run barefoot
past the bronzed statues
idols of deontological divination.
I am a rule-following rebel
tracking muddied toes
between the pews
in which I have long since
refused to kneel.
I gave up self-flagellation
for Lent
the year I was sixteen
though those reflexes
to don needless
sackcloth and ashes
twitch, regenerative,
and the hair shirt
constricts
my free spirited
flights of fancy.
I labor
toward fictional salvation
yoked under twined heritage:
an inexhaustible work ethic
protesting
my non- Protestant roots
while I lug the chiseled tablets
writ with my Catholic guilt.

I have walked the straight and narrow
heel just beyond toe
slow and steady
concentrating
hands held just so
contriving delicate
equilibrium
quivering –
the fallen branch is wobbly
surging water below
frigid, if not deep.
that limb I went out on
felt a mission
no lark nor miscreation.
there was vine-shrouded rot
a shattering…

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