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Indie Affair

From the Editor in Chief

About Jessica Vieira:

Bitten at a young age to pursue
creative pathways in various artistic
forms, which led to an event filled
existence, while dealing with the
struggles presented within our
existence, gaining an understanding
and appreciation for life and all
of its organic beauty. Writing has
been a calling to her soul and with
her through the years albeit, the
last few she has been writing her
take on Ancient Alien theory with
mythology and modern man.

Dear Reader,

have had the fortune to meet many

incredible souls through Instagram.
Finding a wealth of support for myself
and the community to which I now belong.
Being moved and my heart captured by the
words read, once an opportunity presented
itself to assist writers in gaining further
exposure, I jumped at the chance. A quick
glance at this issue shows you our continued
commitment and resolve to publish a journal
of the highest standards devoted exclusively
to the circulation of indie artwork.
Our purpose is to showcase any artist,
no matter the background, reaching a
new audience, moving each individual, by
touching their heart as we have been. After
all, sharing is caring, right? Support in the
artist community as I have found, is tight
knit and welcoming of new talent. In life
there are struggles, the way we choose to
utilize those experiences makes a difference.
Helping ourselves or another by sharing the
hard times and lessons learned is therapeutic
and freeing of our souls from the burdens
we carry.
We cordially invite all artists, of any medium and
skill level in contributing to this publication.
Enjoy the beauty each participant shares
with us through the blood ink penned in
poetic, fiction, or any other manner of each
wondrous composers experience. Show your
support for these soulful artist by following
them on Instagram.
Jessica

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Issue 1

CONTENTS
Issue 4 - August 15th - 2016

Pg. 1 Lost Contours

Pg. 28 Dinner

Pg. 2 Vision

Pg. 29 Breath

Pg. 3 Time

Pg. 30 The Divorce, Review

Pg. 3 Game Changer

Pg. 31 Dutch Guitar

Pg. 4 What is Mine

Pg. 32 Crimson Tendrils of The Insightful Fiend

Pg. 5 You are a Flower

Pg. 32 The Shaken Fizzy-Pop

Pg. 6 The Sea of Options

Pg. 33 Towards the end of the World

Pg. 8 The Dance

Pg. 34 Tabula Rasa

Pg. 9 Faltering Hope

Pg. 34 Words

Pg. 10 The Streets or My Wife, Interview

Pg. 35 Epic Sun

Pg. 12 When the Skies Cry

Pg. 35 Paper Places

Pg. 13 Pestilence of Man

Pg. 36 Kaleidistorm

Pg. 16 Rosebleed

Pg. 36 Game Show Host

Pg. 18 OCP&B, Interview

Pg. 37 My Beautiful Guyana

Pg. 19 Daydreaming

Pg. 37 Fractured

Pg. 20 Granted

Pg. 38 The Absurd Lover

Pg. 21 Friend of Anxiety

Pg. 39 Nobody Knows

Pg. 24 Blinded

Pg. 40 Soulmates

Pg. 24 Beauty of My Scars

Pg. 41 Wire

Pg. 25 An End

Pg. 43 Heart

Pg. 26 Blood Muse

Pg. 44 Nerves that Whisper

Pg. 26 Awakening, Review

Pg. 45 Summers Bloom

Pg. 27 Beauty Behind Bars

Pg. 46 Into the Garden Light

Pg. 27 The Cremated Birth

III

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Lost Contours
By Morgan May

morganmay19

Bio: An aspiring artist, just

beginning to discover and
experiment with my painting
style, while trying to find the
beauty in all this darkness. Im
in love with art of every form,
constantly seeking inspiration
and finding a release in it.
Everything was beautiful and
nothing hurt.

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Vision
By David W. Palmer

G+: David Palmer

Bio: David makes his home in

Renten, Washington. A former
pastor, Dave reads widely,
meditates daily and draws from
musings on life, love, longing,
politics, social justice, and
peace. He has authored over
200 sonnets, and is currently
working on a novella.

Gazing at windmills, dare you see Giants;

Call impossibilities impostors,
Incapable of withstanding your blade?
Or are you fearful of approbations
Of insanity insinuated
By the ignorant? Only Quixotic
People possess dreams consideration
Worthy visions demanding better days.
Status quo subversives call them poets,
Persistent purveyors of personal
And societal Dissatisfaction.
Excuses excluding innovation,
And personal insulation must go!
We can, shall, will resolve persistent pains.

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What is Mine
By Iqra Farhana

thxtm_girl

Bio: My name is Iqra, I live in a

small town in Pakistan. Last year,
I began when I made an Instagram
account for writing, earlier then
that I hadnt any interest. I am
currently completing my studies
and my only aim in life is to
become something in which I
can be proud. Believing we are
all finding escapes from our daily
life, as if rebelliousness is our
nature. Turns out my escape is
writing.

I l eft my hom e- Of course, I h ad to. T h ey h ated m e.

Al ways was I the one to be con sid er ed wr o n g. I was b ein g
treated badl y by my own paren ts. T h e wo uld sco ld m e f o r
sm al l thi ngs. T hey thought I was th eir m istake, wh ich th ey
coul dnt ever fi x me. Of cour se, I h ad to leave th e h o m e
after thi s. I am not al ways wr o n g. I h ave my own ways to
understand l i fe and al l of them cant b e wr o n g. I h ave my
j udgments, my i ntel l ect my own em o tio n s. But th ey d id nt
understand; they j ust di dnt wan t to. T h ey d id nt love m e,
and I was al one. S o one day I lef t th at p lace called h o m e.
I went out to face the free wo r ld . I was f lyin g in th e air
of freedom . I was accel erati n g towar d s th e sk ies. But th en
i t hi t m e. T he sk y wasnt to b e r each ed , an d I f ell.
I g ot cal l s from hom e sayin g my m o th er was sick ,
hear tbroken. But why they h ated m e. T h ey d id nt like
who I was so why thi s emotio n al r o ller co aster n ow. I
stood stunned, r unni ng my m in d to th e th o usan d s o f
thoughts where my mother sh o uted at m e b ut sud d en ly
that escal ated far away throu g h my m in d , an d all th at was
l eft were m em ori es, happi er on es. I co uld f eel my h ear t in
my throat bl ocki ng my ai r passag e, ch o k in g m e to d eath . I
have never fel t so wrong abou t my jud g m en ts b ef o r e th is. I
was sor r y, I was gui l ty. W hats m o r e, was th ey f o r g ave m e,
for al l the hard ti mes, for all th o se r ud e an d o b n ox io us
fi ghts. T hey were m i ne after all.

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Time
By Janine Giske

josameys.Words

Bio: Accountant by day; single

mom of 3 and soccer coach of 17
by night; writer/poet/incessant
babbler in between. Keep dreaming
because without our dreams, we
are nothing. Never pass up the
chance to say I love you.

Game Changer
By Janine Giske

I t star ted as a confron tatio n

I knew he was hur t, but I was an g r y
I was yel l i ng whi l e he cr ied
Hi s unendi ng tears br eak in g my h ear t
W hi l e I ham m ered questio n af ter questio n
W hen he fi nal l y spoke
W hen he sai d those wo r d s to m e;
W hen she sai d those wo r d s to m e
I t al l became cl ear
And i n that m om ent
Our l ives chang ed for ever
Looki ng at my chi l d with un co n d itio n al love
We hel d hands, and I said , Its o k ay.
T hen we cri ed tog ether
For what seemed l i ke an eter n ity
And nobody sai d a wor d .

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You are a Flower

By My Poetic Soul NY

mypoeticsoulny

Bio: A writer and poet by passion,

she is a full time mother of two
and a Digital Marketing Pro by
day. Born in St. Petersburg Russia,
Marina now lives in New Jersey.
She enjoys an eclectic array of
music, movies, books and savors
deep intellectual discussions on
a vast array of topics.

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Observing social media has driven

the indie press market for those
who want to publish their thoughts,
stories, prose, poetry, or whatever
they can dream up either as selfpublishing, paying a royalty, or signing
a contract. The other side of that
thought those who hold the key to
that goal and do they really? Making
your dream of being author happen,
is there a need for a publisher? These
are the thoughts that have swirled
around in mind as I contemplate
publishing.
Being that I am my strongest advocate
and the one best suited to make
that dream of being an author, or at
least published an actuality. Could
I do what the publishers claim with
success? Fine print is everything.
Researching the many options from
self-publishing, looking for an agent
to land something with a major press,
or find a small indie press, so many
options and then contemplating
all of the requirements, royalty
percentage, and what is offered for
the rate required?
Knowledge is power and research
is prevention from being taken
advantage of by the greed monger
type that happened some months
ago. This society, built on capitalism
has created those who look
for shortcuts and want instant
gratification; serious writers know
instant gratification does not fit the
goals we strive toward through our
daydreams to actually submitting a
completed manuscript. It is a long
process of blood, sweat, and tears,
for the lack of a better term. Being
that my story is a work of my being,
I will not turn it over to just anyone.
It is essential to trust your gut and
know what you will agree to when
signing the dotted line.
Over the next few months, I am
planning to interview indie presses
and the options available for the
collector of beauty in all forms for
print.

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The Sea of Options:

A Publisher Interview Series

T hi s i ssue, I have K atri na

Brei er from Li fe After Death
Publ i cati onz.
T hank
you
K atri na for hel pi ng our readers
understand more, and what
the com pany g oal s are for
publ i shi ng as wel l as for your
authors.
Indie Af f a ir: W hat do you l ook
for i n a m anuscri pt to not onl y
k now thi s stor y i s som ethi ng
r eaders wi l l have i nterest i n,
but the author has power of
voi ce and pur pose?
K atrina Br eier: We l ook fi rst
for a g ood stor y l i ne. I s i t
bel i evabl e and i nteresti ng?
Does i t have real pl aces and
can the readers rel ate? T hen
we l ook at the bui l di ng of
characters and descri pti ons,
can you sm el l i t, hear i t, see
it? Are they descri bed wel l , do
they come to l i fe? We al so l ook
at par ts that coul d be expanded
on to bui l d suspense or draw
the reader i nto the stor y. We
fi nal l y l ook at the wi l l i ngness
of the author to make chang es.
IA: How does a perspective
cl i ent retai n a three book

co n tr act,
wh at
ad van tag e
d o es th is g ive th e auth o r, an d
is th e auth o r th en b o un d by
exclusiv ity?
KB: An auth o r can g et a
co n tr act by sen d in g us at least
3 ch ap ter s o f th eir wo r k so th at
we can r ev iew it an d d ecid e if
it is so m eth in g we can wo r k
with an d f in d an aud ien ce f o r.
W ith a co n tr act th e auth o r p ays
n o up f r o n t co sts. We take car e
o f th e typ in g , ed itin g , b o o k
cover an d r elease p r o m o tio n s.
T h e auth o r is asked to n o t
r elease an y wo r k s th at ar e
sim ilar to o r co n n ected to th e
wo r k s th ey ar e p ub lish in g with
us. Our auth o r s ar e f r ee to
jo in in g r o up an th o lo g ies o r
p ub lish o th er b o o k s th at d o
n o t in ter f er e with th e sales o f
o ur p ub licatio n s.
I A: T h e 5 0 % r oyalty set o n
th e co m p an ys site, is th is
n eg o tiab le an d wh at is th e
p ub lish er s o b lig atio n f o r th is
p er cen tag e? D o es th is in clud e
ed itin g , f o r m attin g , cover ar t,
p r o m o tio n , eBo o k , an d p r in t
available on book store shelves?

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K B : T h a t p ercen ta g e i s nonn eg o ti a b le b u t we i ncl ude

ever ythin g. T h e o n ly thi ng
th e a u th o r may wa n t to spend
m o n ey o n is extra p ro moti ons.
A b o o k ca n n ever h ave enough.
I A : I s th ere a time-line for an
a u th o r to co mp lete the three
b o o k req uiremen t, o n ce thi s i s
m et wha t is th e n ext ste p?
K B : T h ere is rea lly no set
ti m e-l in e b u t we do ask that
i t b e with in 6 yea rs. After
th e co n tra ct is fu lfilled i t i s
th e a uth o rs ch o ice to renew
co n tr act o r g o with someone
el s e. We a lso a ssist i n sel fp u b l i s h in g a n d ca n hel p i n
ever y ste p o f th e way. We give
o u r a uth o rs to o ls a long the
way to b e a b le to p u bl i sh on
th ei r own if th ey ch ose to i n
th e en d.
I A : Will yo u a cce p t mul ti pl e
s u b m i ssio n s a n d co ul d each
s u b m i ssio n
b elo n g
to
a
s e p a r ate g en re? T h ere are so
m a n y sma ll In die presses
a cce p tin g a n yth in g su bm i tted,
g o o d o r b a d, wh a t do you
r eq u i r e fro m a uth o rs to show
th ey a re wo rkin g o n thei r craft
to f u r th er develo p th eir ski l l s?
K B : We a cce p t mul ti pl e
s u b m i ssio n s a n d o f di fferent
g en r es. We a re much pi cki er
a b o u t th e ma nuscrip ts that we
acce pt now than we were 2 years
a g o. We exp ect th e ma nuscri pts
to b e co mp leted. No m i ssi ng
p a r ts o r u n fin ish ed work. We
a l s o exp ect a n a u th or to be
wi l l i n g to a dd to o r el aborate
o n th in gs we th in k coul d
u s e s ome wo rk. Research, an

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author n eed s to r esear ch even

the sm allest d etails. Ar e th er e
real l y an y car s th at can g o 2 0 0
MPH? M ake it f eel r eal. T h e
most im p o r tan t th in g is th e
author s willin g n ess to wo r k
wi th you to m ake it a g r eat r ead .
IA: W hat d o yo u en joy m o st in
worki ng f o r L if e Af ter D eath
Publ i catio n z?
KB: I love ever y p ar t o f it. I
l ove the auth o r s I wo r k with
and bein g ab le to m ake th eir
dream s a r eality. I love r ead in g
al l the wo r k s an d sh ar in g th em
wi th th e wo r ld ! I love k n owin g
that so m ed ay so m eo n e m ay
reach o n to a lib r ar y sh elf an d
take d own a b o o k with a used
and tatter ed cover th at r ead s
Li fe A f ter D eath Pub licatio n z
Presen ts

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The Dance
By C. R. Powers

casey.powers.35

Bio: I am Casey Powers. I live

in North Carolina. I have been
writing since I was 18. My
dream is to one day become a
published writer, it is the only
dream I have ever wanted.
I work at a thrift store. My
interests
include
playing
Dungeons and Dragons, Magic:
the Gathering and reading,
among others, J. R. Wards
Black Dagger Brotherhood.

Dance the night,

Dance the moon,
D a n c e t h e s t r i n g s o f o l d e n s wo o n .
Dance with her that nubile friend,
Ta k e h e r u n d e r t h e f o g b a n k b e n d .
Tr i c k l e c r i m s o n s t a i n s t h e g r o u n d ,
As comes the harp-like ecstactic sound.
Dance the night,
Dance the dead,
Dance top crypts as they moan in bed.
Lead thy lust towards the f lesh,
A s c o v e t o u s,
A s h u n g e r,
A s p a s s i o n m a k e t h e m e s s.
Dance the way into the night,
Until all dancing, it is done,
Until the bat streaks way from the sun

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being_okward

Bio: I am Anish. I love to write,

read novels, and want to maybe
some way dwn the line become
an author

Faltering Hope
By Anish Gupta

Although she was there, I could see her shadow

But still, I had to wander. Dee p in the jungles,
even in the meadows. Even after hours of search,
she was nowhere to be found. T hough she was
physically there, her soul was hampered with wounds.
Went for a final time with hope that she would be
there.
But alas even that hope died when her blank eyes
g ave me a stare.

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Author Bio: I am Shamica Hennix, and

this is Kasam Hennix. Kasam is from
New Jersey, and Im originally from
Virginia. We met in Pennsylvania
and fell in love, and now we write
as a team. Were working on a series
called, The Streets or My Wife.
Weve been writing for about two
years and have lots more heat in
store for you. So make sure you check
us out, you wont be disappointed!
We look forward to publishing many
books in the future and maybe even
having our own publishing company!
Shamica Hennix is a Pennsylvania
native who co-wrote, The Streets or
My Wife with her husband Kasam,
which got her nominated for the
UBAWA Best New Author.

When she is not writing books she

works for Lifepath, with people who
have mental/physical disabilities.
She also enjoys singing and hanging
out with her two highly energetic
teenagers, Shaniece and Christian.
Shaniece is following in her mothers
footsteps and is also an inspiring
author.

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The Streets or My Wife, Interview

Indie Af f air Ma ga zine: T h e

Streets or My Wi fe i s ver y
interesti ng and l ayered stor y
wi th vivi d detai l , so I must ask,
is thi s i n par t factual ?

S GH: I star ted wr itin g p o etr y

wh en I was 1 1 year s o ld . T h e
lif e th at was f o r m in g ar o un d
m e m o tivated m e to co n tinue to
wr ite as an escap e f r o m r eality.

Shamika Gonzalez-H ennix:

T he stor y i s l oosel y based on
our l ives (my husband K asam
and I .) We thought i t woul d be
g reat to showcase our tal ents
through stor ytel l i ng.

I A: D o yo u f in d it d if f icult to
kee p all o f th e d etails str aig h t
with so m an y ch ar acter s an d
d etails to each sto r y lin e? D o
yo u kee p a sto r y b o ar d , o r wr ite
each p ar t f r o m an id ea m er g in g
each by ch ap ter ?

IA: T hi s book i s i n seri es for m ;

what drove you to star t wri ti ng
thi s stor y, deci de to make i t a
seri es and when wi l l i s the next
book rel ease?
SG H: We wanted to l eave a
leg acy for our chi l dren. I t
star ted off as a proj ect that
evol ved i nto thi s stor y of
str ug gl e and hardshi p. We fel t
that a stand-al one woul dnt do
it j usti ce, we wanted ever yone
to real l y g et to know these
characters and l i sten to thei r
stori es. T he 2nd book wi l l be
r el eased soon.
IA: From what ag e di d you
k now you wanted to be a wri ter
and what motivated you from
that ti m e i n your l i fe?

S GH: I wr ite d own my id eas f o r

th e ch ap ter an d ch ar acter th at
I m wr itin g ab o ut an d th en I
d isap p ear in to th at ch ar acter.
I A: W h at wr iter s in sp ir e yo u
an d wh at h ave th ey p en n ed
th at called to yo ur so ul? SG H :
M y b ig g est in sp ir atio n is M aya
An g elo u. H er b o o k o f p o em s
g o t m e th r o ug h so m e to ug h
tim es in my lif e.
I A: D o yo u aim f o r a set am o un t
o f wo r d s/ p ag es p er d ay an d
d o yo u wr ite o n a typ ewr iter,
co m p uter, d ictate o r lo n g h an d ?
S GH: N o I d o nt, I th in k th at
wo uld b e a d istr actio n . I wr ite
o n my n o teb o o k s an d th en
tr an sf er ever yth in g over to my
lap to p.

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IA: Do you suffer the dread ed

wri ters bl ock, and i f you do, wh at
advi ce coul d you give us to rem ed y
thi s probl em that pl agues al l ar tists?
SGH : W hen I g et wri ters bl o ck I
si mpl y move away from the l ap to p
and sl i de the notebooks away. I talk
to my ki ds or I l i sten to musi c.
IA: My fi nal questi on i s j ust for f un .
I f you coul d have any super p ower
what woul d i t be any why?
SGH : I woul d have the power to
orb. I f youve ever watched th e
show Char m ed; that was Paig es
power. I would be able to g o wherever
I wanted whenever I wanted. An d
at thi s par ti cul ar ti m e I woul d o r b
to my husband and spend as much
ti me wi th hi m as I possi bl y can .

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When the Skies Cry

By John S LES

NYEastsideEntertainment

Bio: John S LES (pseudonym).

51m. Born and raised on the
Lower East Side of, NYC.
Formal education in New York
and New England. Informal
education on the streets of
NYC. Currently works in the
law enforcement community
(hence
the
pseudonym).
Blogger, photographer, writer.
My main goal to create projects
to positively assist people to
engage with one another.

Mother N ature i s al ways hard at wo r k . Sh e even r ecycles th e b uild

u p of her tears i nto somethi ng positive. Always r etur n in g b ack to
th e cycl e of l i fe.

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The Pestilence of Man

By Steve Evans

Steve Evans

Bio: My poems cover everyday

issues that we all deal with,
I write of pain and loss, of
yearning and needing and of
heartbreak and confusion.
When I write, I want the reader
to be able to lose themselves
in the story. I want them to
see themselves in each word
and to be able to relate.
I tend to go a little more to
the darker side of life and love
simply because I find it more
interesting and easier to hold
my attention and hopefully
the readers as well.

She was a creature bor n of

l oves per versi on
N ur tured on the breasts of
hatreds di spersi on
D rawi ng strength from her
tears forever betrayed
By her tr ust bei ng raped from
a tender ag e
She swore an oath to hersel f
of absol ute retri buti on
For thei r perfect atroci ti es
coul d bear no resti tuti on
Many ni ghts she l ay awake
pl otti ng thei r demi se
T hei r future g ri ef and sor row
sparkl ed i n her eyes
T he Unhol y Ser pent tempted
by her ag oni zi ng pl ea
Sensi ng a ki ndred spi ri t
touched by her mi ser y
He appeared to her and
offered an omi nous
ar rang ement
T he cost was onl y for her
soul s al l uri ng detr i ment
He promi sed powers of
seducti on to break mens wi l l
To tur n thei r l ust ag ai nst
themsel ves al l owi ng the ki l l

T h e d ar kest o f m ar r iag es is
wh at h e p r o f essed
T h e co n sum m atio n o f h er
ven g ef ul h ear t an d h is secr et
co n f essed
On h er wo m an ly war es, h is
d ar k ur g es d id f east
H is v iscid m em b r an e
b r an d in g h er with th e m ar k
o f th e b east
T h eir b o d ies en tan g led
lo cked in g r aceless ecstasy
As th e H eaven s ab ove lo ses
its lum in o sity
Filled with th e m o st p r im al
in stin cts, p assio n , an d d esir e
A p act str aig h t f r o m th e
b owels o f H ad es, co p ulatio n
with in f ir e
T h e Ap o calyp se b eg in s at
th e p lan tin g o f h is seed
A scan d alo us af f air to b r in g
all o f H eaven to its k n ees
T h e co n tr act wr itten o n
f lesh an d sealed with b lo o d
H er m easur e o f r even g e cut
f r o m un r equited love
H er in n o cen ce r uin ed , a
sp ir it o f d ecim atio n
To all th o se wh o h ur t
h er, sh e will b r in g swif t
er ad icatio n
N o lo n g er h um an b ut n o t
f ully im m o r tal
Sh e r o am s th e n ig h t jud g in g
th o se with un savo r y m o r als
H er cause, b ir th ed in
an g uish , a p r o g en y o f h ate
H er d o ctr in e, en sur e all th e
wr etch ed n ever p r o p ag ate
T h e U n h o ly Ser p en t watch ed
f r o m th e sh ad ows always o ut
o f sig h t
As h er p r ey f ell, h e ad o r ed
h er clim ax at its h eig h t
H e k n ew sh e was th e p er f ect
vessel to in sem in ate
To b r in g f o r th h is ch ild an d
o p en H ells G ate

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I f sh e wo uld b e h i s he woul d bestow her anythi ng

A th ro n e b eside hi s to r ul e as hi s demon queen
T h e mo st vile o f uni ons i s what he professed
T h e co u p lin g o f her tor m ented spi ri t and hi s secr et co n f essed
S he wa s a crea tu re bor n of i ncestuous desi re
N ourish ed o n h a te and forg ed by an eter nal fi re
H er ven g ea n ce fuel ed by her memori es and spi te
S he wa des th ro u gh thei r bodi es now drai ned of l if e
H er so r row n o lo ng er hi des her tears i n di sgui se
T h eir p en a n ce p a i d, thei r bl ood radi ates i n her eyes
T h e p estilen ce o f man i s resol ved once and for all
S he sits b a ck a n d wai ts for the Unhol y Ser pent to call
S he th in ks o f h er oath now nearl y com pl ete
A n d o f th e Un h o l y Ser pent ful l of l i es and decei t
H ow h er co n tra ct wri tten on f l esh a vi rgi ns bl ood as its seal
W ith h er so u l a s the pri ze once your secret you reveal
H e desecra ted h er tem pl e; her al ter now defi l ed
H e left h er b ro ken and l am e car r yi ng hi s chi l d
A n u n n a tura l fusion of her body and hi s secret co n f essed
H is p la n fo r H eaven and Ear th now cl earl y professed
T h e Un h o ly Ser p ent wi th utter despai r i n hi s eyes
D ema n ds sa tisfa cti on, the contract, must be fi nal ized
T h e seed h avin g been pl anted, now wai ti ng for the f r uit
H e p ro udly recites the words the words of the pr o p h ecies tr uth
W ith a fu ll legio n of demons to enforce hi s ri tes
S he h a s n o ch o ice but to sur render to her pl i ght
T h e wh o le u n derworl d begi ns a premature cel ebr atio n
A s th e Un h o ly Ser pent gl ori es i n hi s revel ati on
S he wa s a crea tu re razed from the ashes and dust
H er h ea r t sa tura ted wi th hate and tai nted tr ust
S he th in ks o f h er oath and of the Unhol y S er pent
H ow h er co n tra ct i s nearl y com pl ete onl y one l ef t to r e p en t
T h e Un h o ly Ser p ent hovers over her on the sacri f icial sto n e
C o mp letely un aware of her betrayal tr ul y honed
T h e fu lfillmen t o f thei r contract and her secret co n f essed
H er p la n o f p ro found retri buti on now cl earl y pro f essed
T h e Un h o ly Ser p ent l ooki ng confused and ful l of d ism ay
A s sh e va n ish es into the ni ght, onl y her voi ce rem ain s
S he p ro cla ims You wrote the contract, shoul dve r ead th e f in e p r in t.
Yo u g ave me th e powers unti l my veng eance i s spen t
A n d so b lin ded by l ust your pl easures coul dnt wait
N ow b o u n d by o ur contract, youve seal ed your f ate
T h e fr u it n o t ten ded, the crops wi ther ed where yo ur seed d id lo o m
A dr y h a r vest rip ped from a bar ren, i nfer ti l e womb
Relin qu ish yo u r crown or I l l haunt you ti l l my l a st b r eath
Ven g ea n ce is min e! T he contract ensures your death
Ju st r u n a n d h ide or share i n the pesti l ence of m an
Yo uve b een o utsmar ted, done i n by your own foo lish p lan
S o n ow, Un h o ly Ser pent, I shal l r ul e al one
A s I n ow cla im for mysel f your unhol y throne!
A n d th e Devil h imsel f sought to r un
a n d h ide p ro clai m i ng T he worl d has
b een wa r n ed!
Fo r H ell h a th no fur y l i ke that of a
wo ma n sco r n ed!

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Qu otes to Inspir e the Cr ea tive H e ar t:

To mo r row is the m ost i mpor tant thi ng i n lif e. C o m es in to us at

midn igh t ver y cl ean. I ts perfect when i t ar r ives an d it p uts itself
in o ur h a n ds. I t hopes weve l ear ned som eth in g f r o m yester d ay.
-John Wayne
Its g o o d a s a n ar ti st to al ways remember to see th in g s in a n ew, weir d
way.
-Ti m Bur ton
To live a crea tive l i fe, we must l ose our fear o f b ein g wr o n g.
-Josep h C h i l ton Pearce
T h e mea n in g of l i fe i s to fi nd your gi ft. T he p ur p o se o f lif e is to g ive
i t away.
-Pabl o Pi casso
Ar t is to co n sol e those who are broken by l i fe.
-Vi ncent Van G ogh
C rea tivity ta kes courag e.
-Henri Mati sse
Yo u ca nt use up creativi ty. T he m ore you use, th e m o r e yo u h ave.
-Maya A n gel ou

Literary Days of Note:

A u gust 18, 1948: Vl adi mi rN abokovs Lol i ta is p ub lish ed
A u gust 29: D eath of Mel vi n Tol son, an Am er ican m o d er n ist
p o et, educa tor, col um ni st, and pol i ti ci an.
S ept 21, 194 7: S te phen Ki ng, the l eg end, i s b o r n .
S eptem b er 22: HOBBI T DAY! Cel ebrated o n th e f ictio n al
b ir th day o f Bi l bo and Frodo Bag gi ns, Hobb it D ay actually cap s
o ff a n en tir e Tol ki en week - descri bed as th e calen d er week
co n ta in in g Se pt. 22nd by the Ameri can To lk ien So ciety, wh ich
first ma rked the hol i day on 1978.

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Rosebleed
By hestertatnell

hestertatnell

Bio: Self taught artist, self

confessed strangeling...I have
always been an emotional
painter, where inspiration
comes
from
personal
experience and the things
around which I find beautiful
and compelling. Since I am
obsessively drawn to all
things dark and twisted, half
my paintings are possessed
by Frankenstein tendencies
to
splice
together
the
human figure with botanical
forms, whilst in contrast,
the remaining half are a
celebration of colour, pattern
and spontaneity - though
occasionally I enjoy mixing
the two and hiding small and
odd details in my work!
Painting, for me, is a
medicinal process, and so my
practice does not follow any
particular rules. I have a very
curious mind, and love the
experimenting and learning
that comes which each new
piece.
I consider every painting to be
alive in a sense, throughout
the process they evolve as I
do, we reminisce, fight and
console each other which is
always fun because then I
never really know how the
finished work will turn out,
only that it is a small insight
to my being, a visual diary of
sorts.

Ori gi nal l y, a l i ttl e col or experi men t, I g o t car r ied away with
the rose-pi nks and f l owers! T he b lo o d an d th o r n n eck lace
were detai l s that cam e l ater onI always like ad d in g a little
twi sted to my wo r k !

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Poetry gave me a voice when I

was too shy to express myself
around others. Ive been writing
since I could bury myself in
the adventure of reading. As
a mother of three, a full time
teacher, with a supportive
and loving husband, I feel that
the written word and creative
expression feeds the soul.
www.wattpad.com/user/
CDougherty83

A Few Enticing Words To

Stimulate Contemplation:
Catharsis: the purging or release of emotional
tensions, esp. through kinds of art or music.
Limerence: (n) the state of being infatuated
with another person.
Denouement: (n) the resolution of a narrative.
Querencia: (n) a place from which ones
strength is drawn, where once feels at home; the
place where you are your most authentic self.

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Interview

I would love to take this

opportunity to thank you for
talking with me today and hope
that I will see you and all your
friends at Halloween4Heroes
event on Aug 1st at 6pm CST
at this Facebook address
https://www.facebook.com/
events/964922633574310/

Indie Af f a ir Ma ga zine: W h at made

yo u deci de to star t th i s p ro j ec t?
Angel ina
Hinder l iter
with
OCP&B: I star ted th i s p ro j ec t b ack
i n 1991 wh en my th en h usb an d was
stati o n ed overseas duri n g Deser t
S to r m, I wo ul d sen d h i m an d al l t h e
g uys i n h i s p l ato o n b oxes wi th l o ads
o f g o o di es. T h en af ter h e g o t o ut
o f th e Ar my I co n ti nued sen di n g
al l h i s b uddi es b oxes. I t th en j ust
b ecame so meth i n g I do n e an d I h ave
l oved ever y mi nute o f i t f o r th e p ast
20+ years. I recen tl y b ro ug h t i t to
Faceb o o k.
IA: W h at i s yo ur b ackg ro un d, di d
yo u ser ve?
AH: No, I mysel f di dnt ser ve
even th o ug h I to o was mar ri ed to
th e Ar my. W h en yo u are a sp o use
an d are mar ri ed to so meo n e i n th e
mi l i tar y, th ey are n o t th e o n l y o n e
wh o i s mar ri ed to i t. Because as a
mi l i tar y wi f e yo u are h el d at a cer tai n
stan dard as wel l h as yo ur sp o use.
IA: Do yo u acc e p t do n ati o n s year
ro un d an d h ow can th o se i n terested
g et i n to uch ?
AH: I do exce p t do n ati o n s al l y ear
ro un d rath er i t b e mo n etar y an d/
o r i tem do n at i o n s. I f an yo n e i s
i n terested i n do n ati n g th ey can
co n tact us o n Faceb o o k at f aceb o o k.
co m/OC Pan dB, by mai l at P.O.Box
933, L yl es,Tn 37098 o r by p h o n e at
(931)-305-8576

I A : W h a t typ e o f th in g s d o yo u n eed
f o r ca r e p a cka g es?
A H: I h ave a list o f item s th a t ca n b e
d o n a ted a n d yo u ca n f in d th o se o n
th e f a ceb o o k p a g e un d er th e n o tes
sectio n un d er L ist o f item s n eed ed
f o r C a r e p a cka g es o r a n yo n e ca n sen d
m e a m essa g e o n th e p a g e o r em a il
i n f o @ o p e r a t i o n c a r e p a ck a g e n b o o k s.
co m a n d so m eo n e will sen d a list
o ut to th em
I A : D o yo u sh ip a ll yea r o r f o r
selected even ts?
A H: I d o sh ip a ll yea r r o un d , b oxes
a r e n o r m a lly sh ip p ed o n th e 1st &
15th o f th e m o n th d e p en d in g o n th e
n eed o f th e b oxes a n d h ow m a n y
h ave r equested b oxes. T h er e is a lso a
r equest f o r m un d er th e n o tes sectio n
o n o ur p a g e. D ur in g th e H o lid ay
sea so n like with H a lloween 4H er o es
I m a ke sur e a ll b oxes a r e sen t o ut
o n th e 1st o f Oct in o r d er f o r th o se
to g et to th eir d estin a tio n s o n tim e.
It co uld ta ke up to 30 d ays. D ur in g
th e C h r istm a s sea so n I m a ke sur e to
g et a ll b oxes o ut by th e en d o f N ov.
So m etim es we ca n g et b oxes sen t o ut
so o n er b ut th o se a r e f o r sur e d a tes
th a t th ey h ave to b e sen t.
I A : Is th is a t co st to yo u f o r sh ip p in g
over sea s?
A H: It d e p en d s o n th e d o n a tio n s we
r eceive th r o ug h o ut th e yea r,d ur in g
o ur even ts like H a lloween 4H er o es
a n d Op er a tio n C h r istm a s p a cka g e
th o se h elp a lo t with sh ip p in g d ur in g
th e h o lid ays b ut m o st o f th e ex p en se
is my own .

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next i ssue of I ndi e Af f air M ag azin e.

Daydreami n g
By Rasham Blanding

truth_or_dark

Bio: : Rasham writes a bit of

everything with a main focus
on poetry and short stories. His
Edge Of Madness series will be
available via Amazon soon.

Graduated wi th deg rees and dr eam s o f a yach t, ed ucatio n

equal s money thats what were all taug h t. All th at tim e an d
m oney l ater, experi ence wasnt b o ug h t. C ant lan d an en tr y
l evel j ob so he dream s from a co t. G o in g in it r aw b ecause a
condom he forg ot. N ow hes a d ad an d m o r e r esp o n sib ility
hes g ot. S uccess i s sti l l an optio n , b ut stayin g with h er is
not. So to fi ght the stress he down s p ills an d p o t, an d lately
dri nks an awful l ot unti l hi s stom ach s all in k n o ts. Because
at onl y 25 hes watchi ng hi s hop es an d d r eam s r o t. W h ile
wai ti ng for God to answer hi m ... m ayb e h e just f o r g o t. Feelin g
fr ustrated that hi s prayers seemed all f o r n aug h t. H e wen t
hom e to hi s ki ds, and the wi fe l eav in g th en b o th sh o t. But h e
o nl y g ot tazed so no sui ci de by co p. An d n ow h e ask s G o d f o r
forgiveness because per m issio n h e d id n o t.

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Granted
By Mallory Rowe

petitepoems

Bio: Mallory Rowe is a poet

from Alabama. She is currently
working on her second book of
haiku. Her work centers around
spirituality, the cosmos, and
philosophy.

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Friend of Anxiety
by KLP

open_journal

Bio: KLP connects with souls

through bleeding scripts as
a way to heal wounds buried
far below the surface. She is
a Co-Author of The Rising
and is working on her first
chapbook. She also ventures
into fiction and is working on
her first novella to be released
late 2016.

Mom mys
cr yi ng
ag ai n.
Mom mys sad. Mom my doesnt
feel g ood. I wonder i f these are
some of the thoughts wandering
around i n my daughters young
m i nd. How can I expect her to
understand, I cant. How can I
expl ai n to a chi l d what I mysel f
cannot ful l y g rasp, I cant. How
can I convi nce her i ts not her
faul t when I cannot pl ace faul t
on any one thi ng, I cant.
As the room seems off
bal ance, al most ti l ti ng. I feel
as i f I m tr yi ng to stop the
spi nni ng after I ve descended
from the twi st-n-spi n at the
county fai r. My ski n ti ngl es al l
the way to the ti p of my nose as
I dr y heave. Tears fal l bl ur ri ng
my vi si on al ong wi th the fog
that seem s to be i nvadi ng ever y
i nch of my bei ng, and I am
ti red. Physi cal l y, m ental l y and
em oti onal l y ti red. Rest, rest
woul d be g ood.
I l ay down, l ayi ng down
i s hel pi ng wi th the spi nni ng
feel i ng; the bed, yes the bed
and rest, yet I m sti l l so si ck to
my stomach, and my head hur ts
from the cr yi ng, the stress,
from ever ythi ng. Layi ng on a
tear soaked pi l l ow not cari ng
that i ts col d, and the wetness
i s uncomfor tabl e I begi n to
ram bl e. Mumbl e rambl i ngs,
prayers, curses, ang r y l ashes
of the tongue towards the
Heavens.
W hy? Of course, thi s
i s the questi ons we al l ask.
How much m ore can I take?
Fol l owed by another l ong
seri es of cl i ches. W hy me? I
cant take thi s anymore. I s a
break too much to ask for?
T hese are onl y som e of the
random thoughts as I conti nue
spindling thoughts they become
l ess coherent. S om e m aki ng no
sense at al l , even to m e.

Fallin g d ee p er d own th e
r ab b it h o le f eelin g s wh ich
I h id e away g r eet m e f ace to
f ace. I d o nt wan t to d o th is
an ym o r e. W hy d o I kee p wak in g
up ? W h en will th is en d ? Is
th is a level o f H ell? Per so n al
d em o n s taun tin g , leav in g m e
questio n in g if actual d em o n s
ar e th e taun tin g o n es. Is Satan
o ut to g et m e? D o es h e en joy
th is? M o stly, I wo n d er wh er e
G o d is d ur in g all o f th is, an d
why h e wo uld let m ad n ess r un
r am p an t.
I take all my p r etty little
p astels an d wait f o r th em
to num b all my em o tio n s; to
b alan ce o ut all th e levels o f
cr azy, so th at I can p r eten d Im a
r esp ectab le m em b er o f so ciety.
Ever yo n e is o n so m e k in d o f
m ed icatio n , r ig h t? Po p p in g
an tid e p r essan ts like b r eath
m in ts. On ly th is isnt a n o r m al
d ay wh en my m ed icatio n s can
tam e th e wild n ess o f all th e
cr eatur es cr awlin g , h eig h ten in g
my sen ses. N o, to d ay th ey will
n o t r etr eat to th eir sh ad ows
in th e co r n er s. T h ey will r eek
h avo c.
I m so r r y M am a. T h e
wo r d s f r o m a b ab es m o uth .
Wo r d s sh e sh o uld n ever h ave
to sp eak . T h is isnt yo ur f ault
b aby. M o m my is just h av in g
a r eally b ad d ay. Please d o nt
ever th in k M o m mys b ad d ay
ar e yo ur f ault. I just d o nt f eel

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wel l . I tr y to so o th e my daughter as my
head p o u n ds.
S h e a n d h er sisters sh oul d never have
to f eel g u i l t. No r sh o uld th ey have to watch
their m o th er suffer, th o ugh they do and I
ca nn o t ch a ng e th is. B efo re the twi ns were
bo r n , a n x i ety a n d de p ressi on became an
u nwel co m e frien d o f min e many years ag o,
which even tu a lly b eca me PTSD. W hi l e we
a l l feel th e effects, p a st a nd present, the
ca u s e r em a i n s a secret b uri ed dee p i nsi de
my s o u l .
I s h o u l d h ave g o tten o ut. I shoul d have
l ef t wh en i t first b eg a n . I knew i t was a
d a m a g i n g r ela tio n sh ip. I kn ew better. I knew
the a b u s e wasnt g o in g to end reg ardl ess of
how m a n y ti mes I to ld mysel f i t woul d. He
wo u l d ch a n g e. T h e drin kin g woul d stop. He
wo u l d nt h u r t me a g a in . H e needed my hel p
to g et b etter, men ta lly. I was strong, and
i f an yo n e cou ld h elp h im, i t was me. After
a l l , i t wa s a disea se h e wa s sufferi ng from,
a nd h e n eed ed su p p o r t in deal i ng wi th hi s
m en ta l i s s u es.
T h en ca m e my p regn a n cy wi th the twi ns.
Two l i ttl e g i rls, I wo u ld b e b r i ngi ng i nto thi s
wo r l d . To b e b lessed with three preci ous
d a u g h ter s wo uld b e en o ugh to m ake any m an
wa n t to ch a n g e fo r th e b etter. T hey woul d
a l l b e d a d d ys girls.
E ven th o se o f us wh o bel i eve we are
of th e s tr o n g est min ds a re often wrong. I
r em em b er my first p a n ic a ttack, ful l on pani c
a tta ck . N o t ju st th e un ea sy soci al anxi ety
or my i n t r over ted ways, tr ue anxi ety. I was
i n my f i r s t trimester; it was l ate, and he
wa s d r u n k . I wa n ted to slee p; he wanted
to r el ea s e so me a g g ressio n. Men have to
be ver y ca u tio u s in a wo rld where they are
a ctu a l l y co nvicted o f do mesti c vi ol ence
now. B l ows to th e b a ck o f the head and
the k i d n eys were h is favo rite, but not for
a nyo n es eyes.
O n l y t h i s time I h a d two l ives asi de from
my own to p ro tect a n d I b ecam e so scared; I
wa s nt s u r e wh a t wa s g o in g on, my hear t was
r a ci n g a n d s kip p in g. I co u ldnt breathe. I was
throwi n g u p a n d dr y h eaving. He watched.
He watched as if he wasnt bothered at all. My
a nxi ety i n cr ea sed th ro ugh o ut the pregnancy,
bu t th a t wa s th e la st fu ll on attack I had

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for a whi l e. I was still un sur e o f wh at it was.

I wasnt about to d iscuss it with an yo n e. T h ey
woul d have to k n ow wh at b r o ug h t it o n .
After my twin s, wh o ar e my yo un g
est, were bor n I wen t to th e d o cto r to d iscuss
the hear t pal pitatio n s an d b r eath in g p r o b lem s
I seem ed to be h av in g. Tests wer e r un , an d it
was deter m i ned I was h av in g p an ic attack s.
Probabl y due to th e str ess o f b ein g a m o th er
of twi ns whi l e h av in g a to d d ler an d d ealin g
wi th my chron ic illn ess, lup us/ R A. Yes, I am
al so chroni cally ill. Per so n ally, I th o ug h t I h ad
j ust becam e weak . I was em b ar r assed . T h is
strong wom an I h ad b eco m e in m an ag in g a
chroni c i l l ness an d r aisin g a f am ily was weak .
I n a way, I bl amed myself f o r lettin g m e d own .
I was wr o n g ab o ut so m an y th in g s. Fo r
the next year, I tr ied my b est to d eal with all
of thi s as much as I co uld alo n e. T h e ab use.
T he pani c attack s. T h e d e p r essio n . M y ch r o n ic
i l l ness. W hi l e r aisin g my b ab ies to b e h ap p y.
I never wanted th em to see a sin g le weak n ess
or unhappy m o m en t.
At some po in t in each o f yo ur lives, yo u
have probabl y walked in to a d o o r o r a wall
onl y because yo u wer e n o t p ayin g atten tio n .
Wel l , thats ki n d o f wh at h ap p en ed to m e, in
a sense. I t was as if walk in g in to an inv isib le
door j ar red my m in d set. I wan ted o ut, an d I
wanted out al ive. I wan ted to g ive my ch ild r en
thi s happy l i fe I was p r eten d in g I co uld g ive
them whi l e i n th is r elatio n sh ip. Yo un g sin g le
m other di sabled d ue to an illn ess, an d ver y
l i ttl e i ncom e. I r an th at th o ug h t th r o ug h my
m i nd and even th o ug h f ear str uck m e, I wo uld
m ake i t. I would d o wh atever n eed ed to b e
done.
I t was al l ab o ut p lan n in g. Yes, I was with
my husband an o th er year, b ut d ur in g th at year
I was pl anni ng my escap e o f so r ts. We h ad to
m ove. N ow l iv in g in a h o use th at b elo n g ed to
hi s fam i l y. Har d to k ick h im o ut o f so m eth in g
that was not min e. M ov in g wo uld take m o n ey,
thi s i s where I so un d d ev io us. I to ld h im I
wanted to move to a n ew city ab o ut 3 0 m iles
away and ver y clo se to my m o th er, b ut yet still
cl ose enough f o r th e ch ild r en to b e clo se to
hi s parents. We b eg an lo o k in g an d sav in g. All
the whi l e I knew o n ce we wer e o ut th e f ir st
ti me he l ai d a h an d o n m e h e was g o n e.
N i ne m on th s later we m oved . H e m oved
wi th us. T he ab use co n tinued . M y an x iety

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m ed i ca ti o n s co n tinu ed. My doctor becom i ng

ver y s u s p i ci o us wa n ted me to see a therapi st,
i n wh i ch I refu sed. I h a d to kee p up my
f a ca d e. M y fa mily co u ldnt see my l i fe was
s o f a r f r o m p erfect. Yes, they knew there
wer e s o m e kin ks in th e f low of our fam i l y
chai n b u t n o t th e siz e o f the ki nk.

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be i nvi si bl e. M y d aug h ter, my p o o r little b aby,

i s i n the next r o o m watch in g tv, b ut I k n ow
she i s wor r yi n g.

Rest Mama; I can watch tv. I k n ow yo ur

RA i s acti ng up, an d yo u g et tir ed . Yo u ll b e
better after a n ap. H er vo ice is quiet as sh e
speaks. I see h er wo r r y as sh e walk s in to
N o t l o n g a fter we moved i n, he cam e at check on m e. I m o k ay b aby; I ll b e up in a
m e. I t n ever to o k much to set hi m off, and i t l i ttl e bi t. I tr y to sm ile b ut cant as I sp eak .
d i d nt eve n h ave to b e me that set hi m off. I
wa s s i m p l y th e relea se. W hen he pushed me
T hi s i snt f air. N o n e o f th is is f air. N o t to
d own h i s po cket kn ife, whi ch was actual l y my chi l dren, n o t to myself an d I b eg G o d to
i n h i s p o cket, ca u gh t my leg. T he handl e sl i t take thi s i l l ness away. L ike a ch ild to a p ar en t,
my l eg o p en a cro ss my knee. I t was about I m beg gi ng f o r my b o o b o o to sto p h ur tin g.
a n ei g h t-i n ch la cera tio n . To the emerg ency But thi s i snt a b o o b o o. Tim e f o r my n ex t d o se
r oo m , we g o with me b leedi ng. Of course, I of pastel s as I p r e p ar e myself f o r wh at is g o in g
l i ed . I s a i d we were ju st p layi ng around, and to be a l ong em o tio n al n ig h t lo cked in sid e my
the h a n d l e of th e kn ife ca ught me. T he par t head battl i ng a b east in a war I will even tually
a bo u t th e h a n dle ca tch in g me was tr ue but to l ose.
s ay h e d i d it o n p u r p o se. I was scared. T hi s
brave, s tr o n g min ded, stro ng wi l l ed woman
wa s s ca r ed o f wh a t h e wo ul d do. I ts not as
i f h e wo u l d sp en d much time i n j ai l . I went
ho m e wi th in ter n a l stitch es do to the de pth
a nd s ta p l es exter n a lly.
M y k n ee h ea led a n d with my heal i ng knee,
my co u r a g e wa s g rowin g. He threatened to
l eave o n e d ay a n d to h is sur pri se, I stood up
f or mys el f a n d to ld h im to g o. T he house
wa s i n my n a me; h e co uld take hi s personal
belo n g i n g s, b ut h e h a d to g o. I ke pt my
g r o u n d , a n d h e left.
A m a n h a snt stricken me si nce. I never
wi l l b e a g a i n . I fin a lly fo und my strength I
tho u g h t I h eld fo r a ll th o se years. I found
my s tr en g th in my ch ildr ens future. T he
d es i r e to h ave th em g row up wi thout seei ng
v i ol en ce. I have p rea ch ed to them si nce they
wer e b a b es a b o ut do mestic vi ol ence. I have
never to l d th em my sto r y, though. Maybe
s omed ay. Mayb e if th ey en d up i n a si tuati on
a nd I n eed to stress to th em how i mpor tant i t
i s to es ca p e. Mayb e so me day I wi l l l et them
k now th e d emo n s th a t h a u nt me. Maybe then
they c a n u ndersta n d wh a t il l s Mommy. W hat
Post Tr a u ma tic Stress Disorder i s and how
i t ca n co m e fro m p la ces you dont real i ze.
M y s k i n feels like ice, yet I feel l i ke I m
bein g s et o n fire th en dro p ped i n i ce. I am so
over wh el m in gly exh a u sted. Pound, pound,
po u n d , my h ea d will n o t let up. I m shaki ng
a nd o n ed g e. All I wa n t is to di sappear. To

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Blinde d
By JoBee

by Devon West

smol.jobee

Bio:Jo Bee is a current 8th

grader who wants to go to
school for artistry. Jo Bee
draws for fun and friends and
posts on Instagram.

nayanika_niks

Bio: Nayanika Dey is from West

Bengal, India. She is currently
pursuing her Masters degree
in Econmics from IAI. She
loves to write and portrays
her works on her blog, Twitter,
and Instagram. Her works get
published and featured in
international magazines like
The Criterion.
She is a contributing writer
of many anthologies as well,
one of them being The Hall
of Poets Anthology. Her own
erotica poetry book os about
to release this year. She loves
reading John Keats and a die
hard fan of John Cusack and
Hugh Grant. She is a word
hoarder, guitarist, and pianist
in leisure.
www.nayanikadey.wordpress.
com

Beauty o f My S c ar s
By Nayanika Dey

Put me on f lame
Let me seize the fire
Within me & then
My empty mir ror will speak
the beauty in my scars
In ever y broken place in my body
Bridging all the g aps.

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An End
By: BL6

bellalupa6ctions

Bio: From the age of nine I have

needed words. Their power
to express the unspeakable.
The words I need to pacify
my fidgeting heart mind and
errant heart are really all i
have. Theyre certainly the
only way I can detox myself
of my past and cope with my
illnesses.
Ive had a double transplant
and live in a body which loves
inventing new ways to finish
me.
Without my husband, my dog,
wolves, music, the ocean and
the stars I would cease to be.
Wouldnt everyone?
Well - you cant have my

She had always been dead. No. Wait. T hat might be an

exag g eration that she would not be displeased by - but
its not quite accurate. In reality, that girl had died at
the same time as her childhood - on that fateful day
when innocence lost its vir tue.
It had been a long thir ty year s since then - each day a
new str ug gle of diagnoses and shattered hope. T hough
dead - her feelings ling ered, perhaps they were more
alive than anyone elses, and thats what killed her
afresh ever y day? She loved without borders - always
falling hard, sinking straight to the de pths of the
abyss of obsession, and always being contor ted by
the bends when rejection forced her too quickly to
the surface.
T hese days, she tried to stay apar t. T he last hear tbreak
had been the most black. T he most devastating. T hats
just how it is when absolute tr ust is cr ushed in the iron
fist of betrayal. T hat which no words could mend was
only made worse by his silence. It had been too much
that final year. Too much for anyone to g et through.
Shed watched her mother fight an unwinnable war
with cancer and her g ran die of lonely boredom.
Shed tried to hold tog ether those around her as they
insisted on falling apar t. Shed wor n her hear t raw
caring about people who barely acknowledg ed her
existence, worked her mind to a g round millstone
tr ying to suppor t them and comfor t them.
Now there was nothing left.
She stayed indoors so as not to ever r un in to the next
person whod break her. She cried herself to slee p in
silence - and star ved her body in an effor t to cleanse
it of past stains.
All the time she hoped that by the time that mor tal
body finally g ot the messag e and let her g o, technolog y
would have invented computerized tombstones. She
could never be summed up in a twenty one word
inscription - but to have her whole life, her ever y
emotion stored on a chip in a memorial - well - that
would be something, wouldnt it?

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Blood Mu se
By Micala Royal

sevensouldeep

Bio: Micala Royal wrote her

first poem with her toes.
As a young girl, she quickly
discovered that dance, being
a natural or instinctive form
of creative self-expression
and
individuality,
would
save her. A self-proclaimed
bunhead for life, Micala
studied classical ballet for
over fifteen years and trained
in St. Petersburg, Russia prior
to hanging up the tutu. She
needed a new language for
self-expression and this time,
she would use words.
During her last year of
undergraduate studies in
Political Science, Micala
began a torrid love affair
with political philosophy
and developed an unhealthy
addiction
for
dissecting
philosophical arguments and
theories. Thomas Hobbes
Leviathan, coupled with
weekly doses of Aristotelian
and Machiavellian works,
can be blamed of Micalas
decent down the rabbit hole,
which resulted in a masters
degree specializing in political
philosophy from the University
of Alberta.Micala and her
husband are creating a peaceful
and inspired life together
in Western Canada, where
Micala is a full-time proposal
writer for an architectural
and creative Design studio. If
shes not working on proposal
submissions, you can find her
writing Melancholic poetry
and prose at her favourite
hookah lounge, obsessing over
the somber meditations of the
Graveyard Poets, conversing
with angels and plants,
collecting black clothes and
tattoos, and contemplating
the complexities and dualities
of human nature whilst
sketching with charcoal.

She lives wi thin,

the seer with veins of g old.
Within me, she resides -guardian of the muse,
disciples of the dark tr uth,
seed and ash of Liliths wrath.

Reviewed by KLP

open_journal

After having Awakening the first book in Brianna Wests

Promiscus Guardians Book series recommended to me
by two book addicts I had to see for myself what all
the hype was about. My attention was stolen from the
real world as I beg an reading pag e one and I became
engulfed in the world West created. T he action never
ceases nor does the romance as you watch each develop
in this addictive read. Brianna Wests char acters are
unlike any I have encountered as a paranor mal/fantasy
romance reader. You will not find Lucus, Izzy, Pavel,
Victor or any of the secondar y characters to be your
stereotypical g ood guys/bad guys. I, myself, am still
uncer tain whom I am more in love with. You deny
yourself an excitingly intoxi cating adventure if you
do not begin this jour ney into Wests world.

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Bea uty Behind Bar s

By Labeeda Farid

labeeda_farid

Bio: I am from Pakistan. I am 23

years old and have a Masters
in Business Administration. I
love everything related to art
especially painting, writing
and photography. I have been
making art since I was 4 years
old. I recently discovered my
passion for writing and
photography.

T he Cr emated Bir th
By Labeeda Farid

Rain poured
thunder roared
her whole world
on fire.
Not a single drop of rain
extinguished the f lames;
how strang e,
no one came.
Time for the cremated bir th
of a rare being,
on fire, yet full of
cold feelings.

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Dinner
By My Poetic Soul

mypoeticsoulny
Bio: A writer and poet by
passion, she is a full time
mother of two and a Digital
Marketing Pro by day. Born
in St. Petersburg Russia,
Marina now lives in New
Jersey. She enjoys an eclectic
array of music, movies, books
and savors deep intellectual
discussions on a vast array of
topics

Her skin was exposed to the freezing rain, no

matter how she tried to hide her face behind the
thick scarf she still felt the bite of the Arctic
wind upon her ever y pore.
Just a few more ste ps she urg ed herself, then a
f e w m o r e . D o nt t h i n k a b o u t t h e e n t i r e j o u r n e y
j u s t t h i n k o f t h e n e x t s t e p. T h e s u n b e g a n t o
slowly disappear behind the horizon as she kept
on, one foot after the other trudging through a
f o o t o f s n o w. M u s t f i n d s h e l t e r o v e r n i g h t , s h e
w h i s p e r e d , c a nt s t a y o u t i n t h e c o l d , h e r c h i n
trembled.
F i n a l l y, s h e f o u n d h e r s e l f b y a s t o n e w a l l w i t h
a w o o d e n d o o r ; i t w a s c o m p l e t e l y d a r k o u t n o w.
S h e f o u n d t h e i r o n k n o c k e r a n d b a n g e d m a n i c a l l y.
Unable to stand any longer she fell upon her
k n e e s, t h e d o o r o p e n e d . G l a n c i n g u p s h e g l a r e d
at a man towering over her; he must have been
s e v e n f e e t t a l l , o r s h e w a s n o t s e e i n g c l e a r l y.
W h o s t h e r e ? h e r o a r e d n o t s e e i n g t h e y o u n g
girl below him at first.
I t i s I , t h e g i r l s v o i c e t r e m b l e d , b u t w a s i t
w i t h f e a r o r e x h a u s t i o n ? I a m l o s t a n d v e r y, v e r y
c o l d . s h e f i n a l l y m a n a g e d t o w h i s p e r i n a l o w,

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hoarse voice. Can you please offer shelter

f o r t h e n i g h t ? S h e a s k e d i m p l o r i n g l y.
The giant man bent down and scooped the
g i r l u p b y t h e e l b o w, u s h e r i n g h e r i n s i d e t h e
s t o n e d w e l l i n g. I n t h e c o r n e r a f i r e r a g e d ,
i n v i t i n g. T h e g i r l r a n t o i t , p l o p p i n g d o w n
and stretching out her frozen palms to it,
obliviously lost in the moment of comfort.
Rose, look what showed up at our door!
She heard the man exclaim as he padlocked
t h e f r o n t d o o r. T h e l i t t l e g i r l t u r n e d a r o u n d
s l o w l y, h e r g a z e i n s e a r c h o f R o s e .
Dinner! She heard Rose hiss staring straight
at her, r ubbing a plump little palm on a fully
p r e g n a n t b e l l y.

Br ea the
By Adri O

ink_slinger
Bio: Adrianna Osho wrote her
first novel at 10. Now in her
20s, she pines over that vivid
imagination and 5th grade work
ethic. When she isnt pining,
Adrianna writes poetry, short
stories, and screenplays. She
also Googles cats in sweaters.

A day bleeds into a month,

this dull sameness is my friend
W hen the adrenaline kicks in
I can breathe ag ain

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Reviewed by Cynthia Bernal

poetry_goddess88

A n emo ti o n al ri de...
T he Divorce by Ni co l e S tr ych arz
T h i s b o o k i s h ear t-wren ch i n g an d
u tterl y divi n e. I t i s a tumul tuo us,
emo ti o n al ro l l er co aster th at cap tures
the h ear t o f th e reader f ro m th e ver y
beg i n n i n g. Jen zy an d C h ri s sto r y i s
r eal ; i t i snt f an ci f ul o r f ar reach i n g.
T h e tr uth o f each mai n ch aracter
ca p tivates th e reader.
T h e b o o k syn o p si s b eg i n s wi th Jen zy
aski n g f o r a divo rc e wh i l e C h ri s, th e
husb an d, i s caug h t un aware. Jen zy
is mo dest an d demure, exp o si n g h er
vulnerability as strength in an emotional
s i tuati o n th at can sp i n an yo n e s Ear th
on an axi s. C h ri s g rows i n to h i msel f
u n der strenuo us ci rcumstan ces an d
metap h o ri cal l y wakes up f ro m h i s
ap athy. L i f e can b e g r uel i n g wh en th e
metap h o ri cal r ug i s p ul l ed o ut f ro m
u n der n eath yo ur f eet.
Rarel y do es a sto r y p ush me o ut o f
my co mf o r t zo n e. I was n ever qui te
s ure I co ul d p redi ct th e o utco me, an d
I ke p t o n readi n g to see i f I co ul d
g rasp th e el usive n ext do mi n o ef f ect
in th e devel o p men t o f th e p l o t. I
was emo ti o n al l y sur p r i sed, b o th i n a
pleasan t an d di stressi n g man n er. T h i s
novel h as a sto r y th at i s real , wi th real
characters th at a reader can readi l y
con n ect to, o r co mp reh en d.

T h is b o o k to r e m e a p a r t, a n d so
much o f it r eso n a ted with my so ul.
Fr o m th e f ir st p o ig n a n t m o m en t
b etween th e two m a in ch a r a cter s,
Jen zy a n d C h r is, I wa s en th r a lled
a n d m esm er ized . M y own p er so n a l
d em o n s h ave b een sh r in kin g with
tim e a n d love, a n d th is b o o k to o k
m e b a ck to th e b eg in n in g s o f my
own jo ur n ey. I cr ied a lo n g with
Jen zy a n d th en C h r is; I cr ied f o r my
memories, and I cried for my present.
N ico le Str ych a r z h a s cultiva ted a
b o o k with a so ul, a n d a n y r ea d er
wh o h a s th e wh er ewith a l to d ive
in to th is b o o k is d o in g th em selves
a g r a n d un iver sa l f avo r. N ico le h a s
a str o n g g r a sp o f h um a n n a tur e in
T h e D ivo r ce . L if e is m essy a n d
un p r ed icta b le.
N ico le ea sily sp in s a wo r ld r ich
in d escr ip tio n a n d vita lity. T h e
ch a r a cter s stay tr ue to th em selves,
a n d o n ly a lter th eir co ur se wh en
th ey ste p o n to a p a th o f self d iscover y a n d g r owth . I wa s o n th e
ed g e o f my em o tio n a l teth er a t ea ch
tur n , cur sin g th e m o m en ts wh en
I th o ug h t I kn ew b etter th a n th e
ch a r a cter s invo lved a n d p r a isin g
th e sto r y wh en it sh o cked m e in a
p o sitive way. E a ch twist a n d tur n
lef t m e h un g r y f o r m o r e, a n d I
d evo ur ed th e n ovel in a sin g le d ay.
T h e b o o k h a n g over wa s utter ly
wo r th it.
I wo nt say to o much ; I wa n t yo u to
d ive in to th is n ovel with eyes wid e
o p en a n d h ea r t b a r ed . T h e r ea lity
is d ivo r ce ca n set in to m o tio n a
ser ies o f even ts th a t a r e n o t a lways
p r ed icta b le.
N ico le
Str ych a r z
in ter weaves th e h ig h s a n d lows
o f h er ch a r a cter s in a sta r tlin g ly
f r esh way. D o yo ur self a g r a n d o ld
f avo r, d own lo a d th is b o o k o n yo ur
Kin d le o r p ur ch a se th e p r in t co p y
(I d id b o th ).
STAL K H E R , SH E L OVE S IT:

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Dutch Guitar
By Precious Oboh

Precious Oboh
Bio: Precious Oboh is a
creative and passionate writer
of all genre of poetry. He has
works forthcoming in other
avenues, including Frameless
Sky, The Mamba Journal,
and Undertow Tanka Review.
Hes has both Bachelors and
Masters Degrees in History
from Ambrose Alli University
and University of Benin,
Nigeria, respectively.

The sweet song of your body

Seduces me, I dance to its sweet
serenade
E a c h s y m m e t r i c s t r i n g s a n d c o n t o u r s,
L e a v e s m e i n a s t a t e o f e c s t a s y. . .
What beauty clearly defines
A portrait of an Aesthetic appeal?
Yo u r n a k e d b e a u t y o f p e r f e c t i o n ,
rouse in me a soft passion,
reverberating
through my waves, reaching their
climax
And crashing onto protr uding rocks
at sunrise....
Yo u r n a k e d e s s e n c e f i l l s m y p o e t i c
lines and verses
Per meates my world like the sweet
smell of daisies in spring
Mellow and dulcet to my battered
soul
By the hands of God,
HE made thy naked body
Into perfection in an alluring essence
of beauty personified
Perhaps He listened to poetr y
when he made thee...
To n i g h t I p l a y, l i k e i t s m y l a s t

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Crimson Tendril s o f T he
Insightful Fie nd
By Evander Fragoso

devouring_maw
Bio: A writer striving for
greatness, while assisting
those closest to me in their
own creative ventures, I
am the shadowy fiend that
clings to sadness and despair,
wriggling my tendrils over
gaping wounds, to pull out
bloody red gems that twinkle
in the moonlight. I hope that
these pieces will be able to
touch your mind, your heart,
and your soul, as they pass on

T he Shaken Fiz z y - Po p
By Evander Fragoso

A ch o r us o f vo i ces si n g lo u d l y i n my h ea d ,
T h ei r so n g s sp ea k o f sa d n ess, my s o r r ow, a n d th i s d r ea d ,
A l l o f th e th i n g s b ub b l i ng u p wi th i n m e,
S o o n to f r o th up o n th e sur f a ce f o r a l l to s ee.
M a l i ce i s wh a t I ca l l thes e em o ti o n s,
A s th ey b l en d to g eth er i n a m esh -wo r k o f vo l a ti l e th o u g h ts,
Wea ken i n g m e a s th e p r ess u r e s ta r ts to g r ow,
By n ow I j ust awa i t f o r my ti m e to ex p l o d e.
To l et g o o f a l l o f th es e f eel i n g s,
I f ea r,
M ay l ea d to so m e so r t o f d ea th o f th e s o u l .

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Towards the end of the Wo r l d

By Disha Grover

by_the_word
Bio: I am a literature student
in India. Writing has been a
part of me as long as I have
been able to understand the
World. Most of the times,
when I found myself unhappy,
unsettled in my place, I used
to wonder why it happens to
me. It wasnt too late that
I realized that I never found
myself one with the World.
There was always a conflict,
the society wanted me to run
and win, and I wanted to walk
and find peace. The reason most
of us are unhappy is that we
dont understand our purpose
in the world and think it to be
something which others can
decide. You are the master of
your life, dont put yourself
in an unhappy competition,
an unhealthy race, enjoy and
live a life you want to live,
happiness will follow!

By Don B.

Sometimes, I wonder, why are we running?

and towards what?
There is a rush, a race, a chaos,
and everyone is into it, without asking,
Do we need to run?
Sometimes, I wonder, why are we running?
and towards what?
There is blindness and pretense; there is penury,
and everyone is fine with it, without asking,
Do we need to agree?
Sometimes, I wonder, why are we running?
And towards what?
There is hatred, and competition in love,
and everyone is doomed with it, without asking,
Do we need turn?
Sometimes, I wonder, why are we running?
And towards what?
There is baseless imitation and unpleasant similarities,
and everyone is losing with it, without asking,
Do we need to follow the herd?
Sometimes I wonder, why are we running?
and towards what?
There is just ashes waiting for us,
and still, we keep running,
towards death.
Without asking,
Cant we live, instead?
Cant we be different?
We keep running,
towards the end of the World,
without asking, whats the rush?

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Tabula R asa
By CarouselMusings

carousel.musings
Bio: Simply trying to capture
the world around me with
hopes it will resonate in
others.

A chi l d knows l ove at b ir th .

Recogni zes hi s m other, k n ows h er.
Love, affecti on, f ear, m ir th .
Lear ns from wha t h e sees.
Fed wi th i deas and id eals.
Ri ght and wr o n g.
Col l eg e, j ob, fam ily.
Nothi ng m ore. Noth in g less.
A desi re for m o r e.
Passi on drives.
Ambi ti on on the h o r izo n .
Real i zi ng there i s so much m o r e.
Mountai ns i n the d istan ce.
N ever forg et for on e in stan ce,
as wrong as i t seem s,
as ri ght as it is,
your begi nnin g s.

Words
By Mara

mmmmmra
Bio: My name is Mara, a Moon
Child Filipina, who started
writing - silly love poems in high school. And for a long
time, I thought writing was
my medium to getaway, but
when I found myself floating
aimlessly in the realm of AI
and slowly becoming a tech
slave, there I truly realized
that writing is not just my
escape. Writing is actually my
comfort zone. So I abandoned

T hey ke pt poundi ng i n my ch est un til

my hear t was shattered in to m illio n tin y
pi eces
T he m ann er.
T he enunci ati on cuts th r o ug h ever y
fi ber of my bein g ,
l eavi ng me i n excr u ciatin g p ain .
T he ag ony i s tor tuously un b ear ab le.
My hear t, i r re p ar ab le.

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Epic Sun
By Kyle O`Donnall

od_writer
Bio:

Writer, Photographer,
Author, Father.

Paper Pla ce s
By Kyle ODonnall

Shes in here somewhere

I just know that she is
Just like every passing memory Ive collected along the way
All the fleeting things that by nature refuse to stay
Here within
All these paper places
And I still cant fucking face it
All these God-damned memories my mind
Cant seem to find
Of you today
So I self-medicate to try and satiate the hunger inside
But we can never really hide
In our little
Paper places
Where we try to erase it
Because were no longer able to place it
The reason
Why we came
To dance within the flame
And watch it all burn again.

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K al ei dastor m, wri tten by Lo r i M inuto li, was

ori gi nal l y publ i shed as a shor t sto r y ser ies o n lin e.
N ow col l ected as chapters, th is n ovella o f so r ts
takes the reader on a j our ney o f self -d iscover y.
Crafted from tr ue-to-l i fe emo tio n s, L o r i f o un d
hope for her own l i fe wi thin h er own wo r k o f
fi cti on. T hi s emoti onal qui ck r ead is sur e to leave
you noti ci ng beauty i n the s to r m s o f yo ur lif e.

Ga me Show H o st
By Lori M.

psychicchick
Bio: Ramblings from New York.
Follow me on FB, mediumlori

T hi s l ack of tr u e love
pel ts me wi th cold sto n es
l i ke daydream
Ji hadi sts do wh en
ai mi ng for bo n es
but thi s
case not di sm issed
i ts nobodys f ault
but my ow n
my hear t was
extracted a
l ong ti m e a g o
wi th i nnocence lo st
and I never went h o m e.

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My Beautiful Guyana
By The Illusionist Insight

theillusionist_insight
Bio: ITwenty-two years old
and I cannot lie. Sometimes I
feel as old as the dirt path on
which I walk each day. I have
come to learn that my soul is
one with the elements. Hence,
words strung into rhymes
and sentences breathing life
have lent me a place to call
home. These pieces weave
the illusions in my head, the
doorway to escape the world
of reality at a simple touch of
a pen. I exist in the mundane
world as a Dental student
seeking to put smiles on faces
in real time, from my Guyanese
heart to yours.
Wordpress Blog:
theillusionistinsight
Twitter: @TheillusionistSR

Fractur e d
My m i nd par ti ti on ed f r o m f an tasy,
Li ke a femur f r actur ed ,
Yet I wal k on phanto m lim b s ab sen tly,
My hear ts slow r ap tur e,
But i ts l ove ex pressed so p aten tly,
Tr uth i s my soul n eed s a sutur e,
For I pl ead in san ity,
T hese words reveal in g my m en tality

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T he Absurd L ove r
By A. Khan

aqsaaaaakhan
Bio: MIm a girl from Karachi
Pakistan. Im kinda obsessed
with writings, so I became a
writer. This is the real story
based on me & my life. Im
inhumanly disastrous creature
on this piece of land.

There was a lady. Unrealistic.

A bit absurd. Kinda useless.
She never figured out how life
will roll her into complications.
She was mustered with humans,
usual humans, typical humans
but she was a rare, unwonted
masterpiece. She always waited
for someone who can grasp
the power of her madness, her
abnormality, her insanity towards
life. And on her birth-date, she
found that distinctive creature.
He wasnt same as her, but
she found something original,
something which can give anyone
a speechless mind, something
beyond her imaginations &
thoughts. He had that modest
quality. She had never talked to
anyone more majestic, elevated
person before. Those words
coming out through his mouth
said a lot about his intramural
exquisiteness.
He wasnt like a human, but
he had beautiful psyche than
humans. He was that outlandish
creature of God, which was
impossible to find again. And
the foremost part was that the
fondness between them was
beyond the stars in the sky. The
calm & sublime personality. She
found herself lucky to find such
kind of person. In the beginning,
they were like usual people, not
exposing themselves but she
knew he was holding the flood
& rush. After days turning into
weeks, weeks into months &
months into years. It had been
two years or more than that.

She fell for him. She knew this that she

will later or sooner gonna fall for him.
Their souls were roped with each other.
They both know theyll not be having
any future together. Their destiny has
planned something off-center for them.
Fighting with the circumstances of life,
each darkness of night reminded them
of getting apart. And each daylight gave
them the new hope.
Only she was the one in love & he
never found anything good in her.
Only she was the one adoring him. He
never adored her. Only she was the one
scared of getting apart. Only she had
the glances of losing the one she never
had. And in the end she had was all the
memories of being with him, his talks,
his calm breaths, his unexpressed love,
his passion, his worries, his silence, his
laugh everything she had left was his.
The saddest part was she started living
with his memories. She made her home
with his memories.

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No body K now s
By K.C.

52shadesofgay
Bio: An observant soul of life
experience. Letting the beauty
seen flow from fingertips to
the page.

Light radiated out from within her. T he world became colored

with strokes of openness, heralding hues of hope. T he days
seemed alive, upon waking the sk y had a low ceiling, no more.
Yet, its much more dark in here than it would have been had
she never shown But, there are rooms of experience; closets
of shelved feelings, drawers of thoughts I may never enter,
never open ag ain

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Soulmates
By Luvina Rosdiana

luvinafr

Bio: An aspiring graphic artist

in creating art with iPhone
apps on her phone as her
only palette. Led by intuition,
dreams, pain and love, she
transforms everyday moments
into a delicate, ethereal and
vibrant fused art.

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Wi r e
By Alan.T.G.

just____a.t.g

Bio: I love writing and

playing with words, their
timing and aesthetics. I
love twisting and squeezing
them to see what they can
become. I try to write in as

T h e lig ht didnt reach her here.

A s long as s he cu rled u p into a
ti ght ball, with her back pres s ed
f i r m ly ag ains t the cor ner, s he was
s afe.
S h e cou ld hear him thu ndering
p as t, pu lling doors open, then
s l a m m ing them s hu t. WHERE
A RE YOU? He roared.
S afe bu ried am ong the s pare
b l a nkets u nder her bed, s he clos ed
h er eyes as tightly as s he cou ld.
A s if it m ade her harder to s ee.
A s if it m ade him dis appear.
S h e thou g ht abou t what s he had
d o ne wrong this tim e.
Take this note to the cor ner s hop
an d g ive it to the m an, he had
s aid. and dont los e the m oney,
o r you ll g et a hiding to hell.
T h os e words were enou gh to m ake
s u re s he held on s o tightly to the
m o ney that it hu r t. It wou ld never
h u r t as mu ch as the wire, thou gh.
It was raining when s he s te pped
o u t. She didnt m ind. She liked
th e way it m ade the s treet s hine
l i ke a pretty m ir ror. She q u ick ly
m a de her way down towards the
co r ner s hop. A f las h of lightening
m a de her ju m p, and s he broke
i n to a r u n. She was s cared of the
th u nder. It s ou nded like His
b o om ing voice, roaring at her
ag ain and ag ain.
B arging her way throu g h the
s h op door, the overhead bell
an nou ncing her entr y. She was
g r eeted with a Woah there k iddo!
W h eres the fire. She was nt s u re
i f he was jok ing or not. She was
n ever s u re.
Without saying a word, she handed
h i m the note and m oney. She was
g l ad to be rid of it. She cou ld s till
f eel the pain of it, even thou gh
i t had g one.
T h e s hop m an s cratched his g rey
b eard, s ig hed and s hook his head.
Tell you r father I ll let him have

it. But h e n eeds to give me th e

rest.... H is vo ice tra iled o ff a s
h e lo o ked a t h er. Never min d,
h e sa id so ftly Ill write it down .
T h is ma de h er h a p p y. Beca use
th en sh e didnt h ave to ta lk to
h im.
Sh e wa tch ed h im ta ke a g r ub by
p en cil fro m b eh in d h is ea r, lick
th e tip th en sta r t to write o n th e
p iece o f p a p er, mumb lin g a ll th e
wh ile.
H e h a n ded h er th e n o te b a ck,
a n d sh e g ra sp ed it tigh tly a g a in .
It didnt h ur t n ow th e mo n ey h a d
g o n e. But sh e squeez ed it h a rd
just th e sa me.
H e th en rea ch ed b eh in d h imself
a n d to o k a p la in lo a f o f b rea d
fro m a wire ra ck, wra p p ed it in
b rown p a p er a n d h a n ded it to h er.
Ta ke ca re kiddo, h e sa id, with
a n o te o f symp a thy in h is g r uff
vo ice.
Sh e left.
It wa s ra in in g h a rder a s sh e ma de
h er way b a ck h o me. Sh e covered
th e b rea d a s b est a s sh e co uld with
h er sh awl. But it wa snt h elp in g.
Sh e wa s g o in g to b e in such
tro ub le, so sh e sta r ted r un n in g
a g a in . T h en it h a p p en ed, a lmo st
in slow mo tio n . Sh e trip p ed o r
stumb led o r, o r so meth in g. T h e
b rea d wen t f lyin g th ro ugh th e
a ir a n d la n ded with a sp la sh in a
p uddle.
Sh e screa med a n d ra n over to it,
sn a tch in g it up a s quickly a s sh e
co uld. Sh e tried to wip e away
th e dir ty wa ter, b ut th e b rea d wa s
b rea kin g a p a r t.
O h n o, o h n o, o h n o !
Sh e didnt cr y. T h ere wa s n o
p o in t. Sh e wo uld cr y la ter. W h en
sh e g o t th e wire.
Sh e wa s ja r red fro m h er daydrea m
by a h a n d g ra b b in g h er a n kle a n d
dra g gin g h er fro m un der th e b ed.
Time to sh ut h erself down . Time

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Oceanus Pr ocellar um

to g o to t he nu m b place. T im e
f o r the wire.
S h e cou ld feel his war m breath as
h e s cream ed at her with fu r y. He
wa s like a giant. Towering over
h er, bring ing the wire raining
d own on her. She had lear ned not
to defend hers elf. It ju s t m ade
i t wors e. She s tole a g las s y-eyed
g l ance towards her mu m my. Ju s t
a s cowl in retu r n.
With ever y blow, s he thou ght
abou t g randm as hou s e
S h e k new it was over when it was
q u iet. She looked down at hers elf,
throu g h tear filled eyes. W hipped
l i nes were bleeding red, and the
p ain was com ing. She had to g et to
g randm as. G randm a wou ld m ake
h er better. G randm a always m ade
i t better. She ran for the door.
S h e cou ld feel the s colding look s
f r om both of them , and neither
tr ied to s t op her.
S h e had to g et to g randm as.
G randm a wou ld m ake it better.

into the back room for a couple of

By Pamela
minutes.
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g o t sweets, exce p t a t C h ristma s.
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h e h a d a woven b a sket with a
towel a n d so me p o tio n s in it. H e
wra p p ed th e towel a ro un d h er
sh o ulders a n d b eg a n clea n in g
h er wo un ds.
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it.
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h ea r h im tut a n d sigh , th en
mumb le so meth in g. T h en h ed
lo o k up a t h er a n d give h er a win k
a n d a smile.

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up stra igh t a n d sa id: H ows th a t,
Better?
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with a p uz z led lo o k.
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Hear t
By E. P.

eyv_ening_magic
Bio: A unique eye for
photography and a poetic
soul. Search #eppoetry

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Ner ves that W hisper

By Amy Johnson

amy.johnson.poetry

Bio: Amy Johnson lives in Chicago.

After securing her first publishing
contract in 2014, they released her
debut book of poetry in November
of 2015. She achieved bestseller
accreditation on Amazon, and her
book is available worldwide with
200+ retailers. She is currently
negotiating
terms
with
new
publisher Promenade Press for a
2017 new release. Amy also became
a contributing writer for lifestyle
blog Thirty on Tap for a column each
issue plus an astral feature of full
moon, planetary, and energy details,
tips, and suggestions. (IG http://
instagram.com/thirtyontap
and
web https://30ontap.com ) Amy has
also written for numerous literary
journals, blogs, and webpages.
Amys FB Writing page- https://
www.facebook.com/Amy-JohnsonPoetry-160412394299362/

N er ves that W his per

To find her voice that s he s tr u g gles to use,
s peak above a whis per,
m ake s u re s he is heard,
expos e her m ind with confidence in h er wo rds,
I believe her rhy m es and vers es a re wo r th a lo o k.
She lets ou t faint cries,
u nable to s wallow the tears
they choke her when s he tries.
Words beg in cr u s hing her down,
break ing her into s plintering s hards.
Is it war m ou t there,
along the s treets defined by broken p ledg es?
Will s he s hine if s he does nt feel th e sun ?
Clos ing her eye s and breathing in th is ver y mo men t.
She is u ns u re what s he is even ba ttlin g.
With healing s tillnes s in ever y nur turin g ray,
the k indred energ y eng u lfs her.
She lets it cons u m e he r down to th e tip s o f h er to es.
She finds a f leeting new fou nd coura g e in th e stilln ess.
Scribbles away with deliberate awa ren ess,
s he wis hes s he cou ld etch this feelin g in to h er skin
ins cribing ever y m om ent pos s ibl e.
She k nows thes e are tem porar y scen es in th e ligh t.
Inev itably, like clock work with a p h a n to m timer,
W hen real r u ndowns of nons top life
s tar ts the g entle letdown of the fa din g b urst o f wa r mth .
T he deafening chants of banter a re b a ck,
res tles s and tau nting.
Her s war m s of whis pering m onsters b uz z in g with in
rem ind her that s hes always g oing to b e str uck down ,
pou nded into the g rou nd wit h a defin itive co ldn ess
She s its in the m otion of her u nhin g ed min d,
u nable to per m anently s low it down .

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Summers Bloom
By Katie Ness

katiesunflower

Bio:Katie Ness is an artist with

a B.A in Fine Art, a tribal fusion
belly dancer, and poet. She is
a contributing writer for Yogi
Approved and Bad Yogi and has work
featured on Elephant Journal and
Eat.Breathe.Thrive. Katie is also a
Kids yoga & dance tutor
and is currently working on her first
illustrated poetry book.
My lifestyle blog: http://blog.
sunflowerteeth.com

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In the Garden to Light

By Jessica Vieira

corva.de.obsidiana

Bio:Hard worker by day, creative

heart by night. Co-Author of The
Rising with my soul sisters and
a memory forgotten. Working on
multiple projects, even in my sleep.

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