Black & White Photography Contest Extended to 6/23

Photo submission deadline extended at Sudden Denouement

Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

We are extending submission deadline upon request from several participants.

Submit photos to suddendenouement@gmail.com

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Holding Water

TheFeatheredSleep brings a meditation on apparent confidence to The Hijacked Amygdala

hijacked amygdala

What I wouldn’t say out loud;

At a dinner party, when the conversation turns to

matters of personal identity and the such.

That I live in a country where

self-confidence is in the very water alongside Chlorine

And possibly many pissed out Pharmacuticals

I don’t know how they import it or how they bottled it

in the first place

but everyone takes a long swig

and grows up self-important and rarely doubting

their worth

A la the internalized cheerleader

I must therefore hail

from an island of thorns

because I didn’t get inoculated against

the sumptuous barbs

my skin punctures at the slightest retort

I bled easily even after I cauterized the wound.

Necessarily, this has caused some

discomfort

people don’t get how

someone can hate themselves

be a painted sin eater

for all insult

until that gobstopper of internalized anguish

turns on them and it feels like

it’s always…

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Breaking Stone – iido

iido pens a poem of bravery for the Pride Anthem Challenge.

Brave & Reckless

I looked at you
With your short hair and black square glasses
An 80s band t-shirt tucked into slim waist, denim shorts that fell a tad below your knees
I could see the curved outline of your breast when you turned to look at me
Appreciatively
Like I was looking at you.
Hey, you said
The simple greeting caused my skin to pucker
While you moistened, then bit your full bottom lip
And readjusted your glasses with slender, honey colored fingers topped with dark purple nail polish
Hey, I said
Because that’s the best pick up line.
And so We started
Asking and answering
Feeling out yet avoiding the urge to touch
Softness against softness.
Then the hard truth came around the corner
Time to go, babe, he said
The sadness in your eyes
As my face fell in my hands and
My fear of the truth hardening
Until I…

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June 17, 2019 Writing Prompt Challenge: I’m The Only One

Today’s Pride Anthem Challenge theme – “I’m The Only One”

Brave & Reckless

Throughout the month of June, I will be providing a daily writing prompt based on a Pride Anthem.  You can integrate the words of the prompt or any element of the song (or music video) in your piece that creatively inspires you.  Although I strongly encourage pieces that touch on the lived experience of those who identify as LBGTQ, it is not a requirement.

If you would like to have your piece considered for publication on Brave and Reckless, email your prompt inspired pieces to me at her.red.pen.wordsmithing@gmail.com .

You can also participate on Facebook by tagging your writing with:

  • # the title of the daily theme
  • #PrideAnthemChallenge
  • @braveandreckless66

or on Instagram by tagging your writing with:

You can also share your response piece in the comments below.

I’m The Only One

Please baby can’t you see
My mind’s a burnin’ hell
I got razors a rippin’ and…

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She Wore Emptiness-Kindra M. Austin

Kindra M. Austin brings a daughter’s meditation to H,L,&M

Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen

She wore emptiness,

and I condemned her mantle, as I had

Jehovah-god

and all the men possessed by

devil’s hands.

And

I convicted

her—

Murder

of the

Self.

She wore emptiness,

and never learned one goddamned lesson. Sometimes

fists make

poorly teachers;

maybe mine’ve made a difference. Maybe

I

should’ve beaten her, too.

Purple was her favorite color:

symptom of her

madness.

She wore emptiness,

and I wish I’d stripped her

bare

of

all—

before the world,

in face of Hell and eyes of

Heaven.

I wish I’d screamed her truths.

Those gagging truths inside my mouth,

behind my teeth and

tiger crouching,

taunting my unwilling

throat.

I wish I’d taken emptiness

and made it into

hope.

I need some fucking hope,

but

I

wear

emptiness

in

her

stead. And

what honor is there in taking up her mantle?

Mama,

I’m sorry.

I couldn’t do no better.

© 2019 Kindra…

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Morning, My Nemesis

Christine Ray – The day begins, body in rebellion

Brave & Reckless

open one  eye
clock tells woeful tale
I overslept
again
sit slowly so room doesn’t spin
drunk-stagger to dress
lean my back against wall
to keep balance
looking every inch as bad
as I feel
numbness becomes radiating pain
that takes my breath away
seems ironic
shouldn’t it hurt less
if I have lost sensation?
try not to drop anything on the floor
I no longer bend
sometimes the past catches me cold
leaves me stuck in the middle of the room
trapped

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

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I hate living in a country where so many people think my son is abomination who deserves to die.

LuckyOtter – The surpassing ugliness of hate

Lucky Otters Haven

prideparade Pride Parade, New York City, 2019

Just this past week, I read this and this (a video of Fritts’ disgusting sermon calling for the execution of LGBTQ people is linked in the article, if you can stand to watch it).   I felt literally sick to my stomach both times and almost had to vomit.

Fritts, the homophobic police officer, has since been relieved of his duties, but it’s the first article that’s really disturbing.   A group of “Christian” preachers are having a “Make America Straight Again” event in Orlando, Florida, in response to “Pride Week.”    Last I heard, free speech was still legal in America, so of course people have the right to express homophobic opinions.  But what’s really chilling is that one of the preachers leading the event is praying for violence against the LGBTQ community during their Pride events being held in the same city!   Not only…

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You Make Me Feel – iva markicevic

For the Pride Anthem Challenge, iva markicevic tells how someone makes her feel

Brave & Reckless

you make me feel
like roaring flames in
a forest of night turned
forest of light
that illuminates
the destruction left behind –
can you feel my heart(beat)
like marching feet in
a military attack (we’re always in attack
mode) – i hope you
sent your postcards home
because after tonight,
there’ll be nothing left
to visit.


iva markicevic is a wanderer and poet. she divides her time between working towards her computer science degree, reading, and wishing she was on a secluded beach. for more from iva, check out her instagram via her handle @sa.te.llights

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June 16, 2019 Writing Prompt Challenge: Kiss The Boy

Day 16 of the Pride Anthem Chakkenge – Kiss The Boy

Brave & Reckless

Throughout the month of June, I will be providing a daily writing prompt based on a Pride Anthem.  You can integrate the words of the prompt or any element of the song (or music video) in your piece that creatively inspires you.  Although I strongly encourage pieces that touch on the lived experience of those who identify as LBGTQ, it is not a requirement.

If you would like to have your piece considered for publication on Brave and Reckless, email your prompt inspired pieces to me at her.red.pen.wordsmithing@gmail.com .

You can also participate on Facebook by tagging your writing with:

  • # the title of the daily theme
  • #PrideAnthemChallenge
  • @braveandreckless66

or on Instagram by tagging your writing with:

You can also share your response piece in the comments below.

Kiss the Boy

I’ve been afraid of my place
Of this way
Of my feelings
But I’m amazed at how…

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