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David Estringel

Lovely start to a Monday–unsettling poetry that speaks to my own inner state. The music of this one grabbed me. Bravo, Brava, Bravx 😉

Horror Sleaze Trash

Sepscendence

Fire
in my lungs
and poisoned veins,
fading
in (to white)
out (to black),
I see the eye of God—
unflinching
cold
against the welcoming void
of closed lids…
…that dream?
Is He keeping vigil?
Calling in the loan?

Always attending
never
ending,
His watch, nary a waver,
there
between the veil
‘til shadows
of angels, wingless
white
against the blaze of
artificial suns, rouse me
back
to this world of light
and illusion—the Hell
of my own making,
Was He keeping vigil?
Calling in the loan?

I suppose I’ll never know

***

Originally published in Alebrijes Review

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Wade by J.A. Carter-Winward

Thank you, Jason, you’re pretty Sgoinneil yourself!
xoja

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What Da Cover Says: Except for being the only man in town who had never set foot in either of its brothels, Wade Kendall couldn’t be more ordinary. A retired life-insurance salesman, father of two grown sons, and former full-time caregiver to his wife, who died of cancer just 8 months earlier, Wade now finds himself alone, unable to tread water. In fact, it’s sink or swim, and he’s got no idea which way to shore. As he attempts to connect to his new life and reconnect with his adult sons, Wade finds himself drawn to a most unlikely source of hope—the pink-neon lights of the legendary Lil’ Mamacitas. But what Wade finds within the dim, hazy interior of the brothel isn’t at all what he could have imagined, and for Wade and all who join him, nothing will ever be the same.

What I Says: I honestly do not…

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Getting Blood Stains Out

  Writing in blood means writing with, in, and from your own blood, your own guts, your own self-hood and experience. And every so often, you get sloppy. We all do. So what do you do? How to get blood stains out. Well, it's tough. First, you've got to consider how deep the stain, how… Continue reading Getting Blood Stains Out

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Winners of the Haiku Contest!

Annnd the winning haiku? Well. They were all perfect. 😉 However, EiC of Vita Brevis had the hard job of choosing, and we all, I think applaud his choice. Brava Hélène Vaillant!

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Quick Announcements

You’re the best! I’m glad everyone enjoyed our second Haiku contest, and I’d like to personally thank all of you who left such thoughtful responses on other submitters’ haiku–that’s what this is really about. We all know how good it feels to receive feedback on our work. Good on you for giving that to others, and thanks for making this so fun!

I’d like to recognize a few honorable mentions before announcing the “winning” haiku:


Six (of many) Notable Mentions:

Submitted by Spiral Artist

The Nudity of Bandages
Heart in my wounded hand,
she bares her skin and shivers:
such grace in old scars.

Submitted by  Christopher Perry

On Autumn
Dry leaves falling
Silently on sunlit church
Tears cleanse the path home

Submitted by Poetry Science

On this Earth
On this earth I’ve found
In even bitter winters
A warm summer’s day.

Submitted by floweringink

Untitled
I swallow…

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