Crowing

color me raucous

as I squawk

struggle to float

amongst the quicksand

minutia of your

mendacities

how you demonize

my black

feather – ragged

protestations

           at my visage

now you quiver

sunken in the muck

no more

erumpent

blushing crow

triumphant

omen

of your

nevermore

With Clenched Fists, I Rage – A Collaborative Poem

Very proud to be a part of this impressive collaborative poem posted on Heretics Lovers and Madmen

Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen

I chew on my rage
breaking teeth
on its rock candy
hard edges
I resist
base reflex
to swallow these
jagged shards whole
instead
spitting blood
and shrapnel
hard
into
the unrelenting soil
of injustice

Christine E. Ray

My fist clenches unconsciously,
Noticing only when my knuckles pop.
They say peace and love
Will win the day,
While I’m possessed
By the spirit of Elijah,
Raining down fire,
Divine justice, and rage,
Filled with the desire
To bludgeon bigotry
With a baseball bat.

John W. Leys

Wretched causeway
Flotsam upon my eye
I stare into the mist in wonder
Will the serpent ever arise
Show me your face, foul beast
You tinker and toy with mortal men
Spewing hatred and obscenities with forked tongues
Crucifying anyone who stands firm against them
Justice beckons their immortal fear
Wielding the rocks, I guide my hands
Betwixt the evil and the cowardly
Is…

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Lady Justice – A Collaborative Poem

I am so excited to once again join in a collaborative poem with insanely talented writers Christine Ray, Candice Louisa Daquin and Magha Sood.

Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen

we keep justice
sealed under
bell-shaped glass
and morality
locked in amber
on our pristine
mantelpieces
we dust them off
from time to time
novelties to be
displayed
nonchalantly
when discerning guests
come to call

Christine E. Ray

rest we now on our laurels?

weep, ye
lady liberty
/blind/
yet she sees
scales unbalanced
/hang/
justice
from the gallows

what say ye
from the gallery
/judge!/
when our pillars
are pilloried
/oh fair lady/
it’s balls to the walls
in our halls
/to restore?/
of

justice

Aurora Phoenix

Languish in dubious lassitude?

Times have changed now
who know for better or worse,
Justice now doesn’t depend on the
severity now
depends on the numbers being judged;
A lone cry in the night
doesn’t account for anything
unless it’s compounded
with hashtags and March
Justice is not only blind
but deaf these days
piercing us;
like shards of glasses
left alone…

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I Am the Woman – Aurora Phoenix

I am honored to have this piece featured on Heretics, Lovers and Madmen! Courtesy of a creative prompt by Christine

Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen

I am the woman
your mother warned you about
(let’s face it she was envious)
I have long since lost my place
that musty corner
to which I was relegated
where nice girls sit quietly
legs crossed and demure.

(what point is there in that?)

I turn heads with my stride
I watch the eyes track my steps
though I pause not
in my progress.

do they tremble at my purpose?
or pause at my vibrant colored sheath?

I will not wait
until you deem me old
to wear red with purple
as I rock bold iconoclasm.
I am that version of herself
where holds are not barred
by convention or whalebone stays

crash those barriers my friend
be they concrete or glass.

I AM that woman you were warned about
who will challenge your ass*umptions

prove each wrong
geometrically, logically

I speak without being spoken to
(Imagine the…

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We, The Broken – Aurora Phoenix

My piece on Whisper and the Roar, inspired by brilliant poetic colleagues!

Whisper and the Roar

come play, poetic friend

the full moon waxes

idyllic on the starless night

glimmering invite reflects

stark fear from the silvery scar

of my ever-unprotected flank

breathless, transfixed

I rummage among

my branded entrails

forage for rose-colored glasses

to gaze upon

luna’s beatific face

find them bloodied

from werewolves’

prior bites

moonbeams’ harmonic strains

drag piercing fingernails

across the chalkboard

of my angst

we, the broken

long to frolic carefree

in cool-limned incandescence

hang frozen

in shattered indecision

having forgotten

what it’s like

to be whole

Inspired by Jessica Nodarse, Eric Syrdal and Megha Sood

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Sliced – Aurora Phoenix

honored to have my latest on SD today.

Sudden Denouement Collective

Slash

you took my shame and sliced it
lengthwise and lethal
with a viscous crunch through
the sheltered skin of a hothouse tomato.

no hesitation marks here

you cleaved me not crosswise
in that superficial scarring that screams
here I am, a suffering seeded gash
staining citric your surround.

you slashed my history

left me gasping for a tourniquet
or oblivion’s sweet relief
while the blood of shame in my eyes
obscured my vision for an eternity.

you want it that way

as it keeps me neatly in my place
that place where I may not
disrupt ill-balanced status quo
or wreak maladroit mayhem

with the power in your head.

the dripping blood of an act engaged in
is pulsing exsanguination here
four score and gore on the floor
daring you to do better.

am I to be judged

by the stertorous impulse
of my worst nightmare
or the cucumber constancy

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Tea and Turbulence – Aurora Phoenix

Check out my latest on Sudden Denouement!

Sudden Denouement Collective

Tea and temperance

was that mercury you dolloped
by the teaspoon brimming
into the cup of my tempest teeming?

I have sipped on a brew
Weltschmerz steeped in introversion
while trouble boils and toils double
in churning unplumbed depths.

did you misapprehend my clime
striding presumptuous as you did
through the dead of my hurricane’s eye?

you skew the heated misconstrue
as my oft-bitten tongue scalds
on steaming leaves of fate infusion.

teapot not, though short and spouty
I whistle through cycles of cyclonic vision
salting the trail of your sluggish bluster

look out, quicksilver!
I’m on your tail


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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Ms. Georgia Park We Are With You

Sudden Denouement Collective

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Sudden Denouement is a community of special people. I don’t know if we would have made it without you. Collectively, we are working on how to be of assistance to one who has brought such joy to people all over the world. We have your back. More details will be forthcoming on how we can help be of assistance to Georgia in her time of need. Material things can be replaced, luckily you and your dog survived. Our thoughts and prayers are with you.

Jasper Kerkau

UPDATE:

We have established a GoFundMe for Georgia to help her right now as she has lost the majority of her belogings to this fire. Please do what you can to donate and if you can’t, please share our GoFundMe

A number of SD collective writers and members have stepped up to donate the next 3 months of their royalties to the rebuild efforts…

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Steel the Whisper

Check out my latest piece on Sudden Denouement!

Sudden Denouement 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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