TheFeatheredSleep – Gone – Something remains
HASTY – Time flying
I really feel this one today even though I wrote it years ago.
The clock on the wall
Spins faster these days
It has slowly sped up
As each day comes to call
And each night hardly stays
I swear it’s true… shhhh
As the tick tick tick
Moves steadily on
As echoes migrate
From an underwater past
To the surface of now
A million tiny bubbles
Waiting to burst
With every beat
My heart takes
I can feel its rhythm
Nearing the end
As if wasted minutes
Are plotting revenge
A sort of reckoning
That only time can allow
TheFeatheredSleep – SMITTEN is honored – sticker available
If you purchased a copy of Indie Blu(e)’s SMITTEN and you want a gorgeous gold sticker to recognize that SMITTEN won Finalist position in the National Indie Excellence Awards, please PM Candice Louisa Daquin or email her at (email@example.com) letting her know how many stickers you require and your physical address & she will send them out as soon as possible.
If you already sent your address, expect your sticker in the mail any day unless you live abroad, in which case probably 2 weeks time. If you can kindly take a photo of you with your new FANCY SMITTEN with her sticker – !!! That would be so appreciated! We want to keep the enthusiasm for this amazing, now award winning publication going!
*** If you have not yet purchased a copy of SMITTEN, consider buying a copy of this award winning beautiful Anthology of female poets talking about…
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TheFeatheredSleep reports that SMITTEN is (very, very deservedly) honored.
Today I got some very good news I wanted to share with all the SMITTEN crew who made the anthology of women who love women poetry – – SMITTEN so incredible. SMITTEN was a finalist in the National Indie Excellence Awards! For an LGBTQ anthology of poetry this is a huge achievement and I wanted to thank everyone who was involved in SMITTEN for their incredible work! Indie Blue & Christabelle Ray & Kindra Austin for publishing SMITTEN & featuring their work in it &Mitch Green for its amazing cover. Well done everyone! BE PROUD! SMITTEN AUTHORS GROUP
It is our great pleasure to inform you that you are a Finalist in the 14th Annual National Indie Excellence® Awards. Your book embodies the standards of excellence that this award was created to celebrate. We salute your talents and our jurors truly respect each of the final works…
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TheFeatheredSleep – memory held & memory discarded
That silence you hold around you like a mink
is just a stuffed head with loose teeth
meant to rattle on long voyages
if you had the guts to take them.
Do not go beyond, to that infernal
evocation where haunted,
camouflaged people trade real glass
for plastic and suck deeply on
the opiate pipe.
Stay here, pealing as we are, beneath onslaught
Et je fus plein alors de cette vérité
possessing real in hyssop, amaryllis and anise
you say it’s getting late, I say it’s still
people fall away like pealing clementines
at Christmas, tossing orange skirts on
low fire, see them eaten by flame, till
blackened over, their pride is absorbed.
You climb winding steps away, concertinaed
in your certainly we are ruled by time
reducing from me in sleep
tucking the parts of you filled with shame
like moths will beat and beat and beat
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Candice Louisa Daquin reviews a life story (maybe better said, a story of living) in poetry and prose. She recommends it highly.
Kind Chemist Wife: Musings at 3 a.m., by Sarah Bigham
Review by Candice Louisa Daquin
This is a book about many things. In essence this is a book someone who has chronic pain or any chronic condition will find a great deal in. Any woman also. Any lesbian. Virtually any human being if they are willing. It’s a universal book about a life. Sarah Bigham asks in her introduction; What is truth? Truth may be malleable but she’s most certainly able to access it within Kind Chemist Wife; Musings at 3am. The first time I read this title it was in Bigham’s biography and I thought it was such a gentle term of affection for her wife, which has gone on to seed her creation.
Bigham is covering a long time period, from hometown, student, campus, professor and her exploits otherwise. This all needs to go together to fully tell…
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Another recommendation from TheFeatheredSleep – a literary magazine
If you have not yet heard, the immensely talented Tremaine Loadholt of much beloved WordPress a Cornered Gurl https://acorneredgurl.com/ and extremely successful Medium site https://medium.com/@trEisthename has Edited and Created an incredible collection of works by up-and-coming authors and poets called Quintessence: A Literary Magazine.
This beautiful collection is based upon the work Tre has tirelessly done i recent months through her championing and encouraging of younger authors. This success has garnered her much praise and appreciation in the writing world and she is truly making strides with her selfless support of new authors.
Quintessence is a literary magazine to be published yearly in the Spring. The writers you see featured in this literary magazine are contributors to A Cornered Gurl and have been faithful in their support, encouragement of others, and submitting strong and poignant work to be read freely on the platform. This is the first…
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TheFeatheredSleep – Unrequited
The therapist leaned back in her chair
light from the window framing the space in-between
“Your mother didn’t leave you now, she left you at six, many years ago
you cannot grief for, what you have never had.”
I thought of this as the clock wound its message of time
always against us, years apart, years unlearning reasons to love.
“What purpose is served in trying to reconcile when you neither know
why she has never loved you, nor what you did to cause this latest eruption
and given the certainty of it, perhaps consider, it’s the other way around, not
whole then broken, but always broken and never fixed.”
I tried to remember the last time I saw my mother. For a moment
I could not recall her face, or what she was wearing that last time
and my chest felt tight with anger at myself until it came…
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TheFeatheredSleep – That time, such a time
On monmouth street, the devil lingers
smells the blood of things to come
fingers dipped in black magic
cigarettes and hashish on a double decker bus at midnight
feeling muscles pulled tight from dancing for hours
they left their bloody conscience by the door, it stuck, it did not close
well at all
wanting sex and drugs and and end of time
condom wrappers litter festival floor like signets
her father invited different women each weekend to sample
his sorrow and she
climbed down drain pipes to go where all
kids without structure hang
an empty playground with burnt spoons and plastic needles
the boys there, let her be, they liked their meat less
one year she read eighteen plays of marlow and
three anais nin, the latter had her wet and thirsting
but the bathroom door possessed no lock
wax your legs, but not your crotch, the feminists…
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Assassination is not new, but this one is different.