Brilliant Madness (Revisited 2)

I live in a state

of brilliant madness

teethering on the apex

of a jagged mountain

balanced atop a skateboard


least shift of weight

momentary loss of focus

resulting in long careen

into a ravine

of jagged rocks

fallen branches

brackish water

It is exhausting

and exhilarating


My thoughts



atoms in a cyclotron

thick blue dots

moving in clear viscous liquid

of tall glass cylinder

reaching for the ceiling

reaching for the sky

tt times they synchronize

military formation

at others they collide

in complete anarchy


I dwell

in the still quiet hours


my personal twilight

human and canine companions asleep

house creaky with age

forced hot air

I ignore the mouse

scurrying in the kitchen

non-aggression treaty intact

as long as we do not come face-to-face


I have been waking

in one of two states

words pulling at me

rousing me


that I sit in front of the

impersonal screen

serve as a conduit

as they take shape

write themselves


The other state

suspended animation

frozen in time

trapped in silence

unable to muster

a single word

a single truth



I admit to myself

if to no one else

deep ambivalence toward

jagged little pharma

sitting on the kitchen table

that may save my life

but steal

this brilliant madness


© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

© Revised 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

Painted Fingernails- Jimmi Campkin

Jimmi Campkin takes us back in time.

A Global Divergent Literary Collective

Everytime I go to bed, I can see the stain of green hair dye on the low ceiling, where you cracked your head whilst vigorously riding me – yelping, eyes clamped shut and a gaping smile on your face, sucking up all the oxygen in the room and leaving me gasping for spare atoms.  Of course, you were thinking of someone else the entire fuck, I knew that even at the time, but beggars can’t be choosers.  I didn’t choose to worship you.  I’m an atheist.  I didn’t plan on worshiping anything.

But as something tangible, you seemed a better bet than a concept designed to keep a feeble species in line.  You kept me in line.  And as feeble as I may also be, at least I could run my fingers down your stretchmarks; I could drag my nail over the little serrated dimples on your thighs; I could…

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Cats Eye

Your words roll toward me

across the table of silence

like cats eye marbles

that I can pick up and examine

wonder at the jewel toned beauty

the sculptured moments captured inside

the delicate swirl drawing me closer

defenses forgotten as I contemplate

the gifts offered








encased in glass

awaiting my need

should I choose

to stow these precious orbs

in a soft pouch hanging from neck

falling close to my heart

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

Tempus fugit-Erich Michaels

Erich Michaels delivers a surprise emotional punch on Sudden Denouement.

A Global Divergent Literary Collective

I imagined walking across the ocean floor
The immortal lobsters and jellyfish my friends
I said, “I wish I didn’t have to breathe.”
I thought of wasted time and dreams deferred
Of taking this split life and making it whole
I said, “I wish I didn’t need to sleep.”
I thought of money wasted, as hard to swallow
Of elevating myself above base needs
I said, “I wish I didn’t need to eat.”
I thought of myself as being set free
My life as a slave to the clock departed
She said, “Stop it! Why wish for death?”
Confused, I reflected on what I had said
Of what could be gained by being free of need
No need to breathe, sleep or eat
It was at that moment I realized
Just what I had really wished for

Erich Michaels describes himself as  “just trying to share the human experience.”  He…

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Silver Bullets

you are scars


onto my soul

black ink memory

etched into my skin

silver bullets

shot from a high–powered rifle

penetrating my flesh

embedding into my heart

my lungs

i watch the drops of blood

slowly pool at my feet

while I struggle to breathe deep

the empty air left behind

in your wake

I long to feel the bone wracking


of woman into wolf

human cries will not do justice

this mourning requires

midnight howling to the starless sky

and the cold light

of a full moon

the echoing chorus

of lupine brothers and sisters

who know my pain


© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

Intentional Amnesia – Matthew D Eayre

Matthew Earye lives with his ghosts on Sudden Denouement

A Global Divergent Literary Collective

I keep having dreams with a recurring theme, different places and situations but one thing is the same
I’m sitting with my sister, the one that died 19 months ago, and I’m telling her how sad I’ve been about my sister dying.
She tells me things like,
she’s still with you
you’ll never really lose her
and all the while, we skip right past the part where I’m discussing the death of my sister, with my dead sister,
we never talk about the fact that my sister is sitting with me and holding my arm and comforting me while I’m crying about her dying

Once we were in a house that felt like home, even though I didn’t recognize it, and she sat next to me and rested her head on my shoulder while all of my deceased friends and family members walked by and smiled at us

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