Month: May 2018
Excerpt from the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I: Painted Fingernails/Jimmi Campkin
Excerpt from the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I: I Survived the Storm/Jasper Kerkau
Excerpt from the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I: What Can I Give You?/Iulia Halatz
Excerpt from the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I: Death Knell/Sarah Doughty
Excerpt from the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I: Blank Verse/David Lohrey
Meet Sudden Denouement Collective Member Jimmi Campkin
Another amazing writer at the Sudden Denouement Collective.
The editors of Sudden Denouement Literary Collective know that our strength is our writers. We hope that you enjoy getting to know them through our new Writer Interview Series.
What name do you write under?
Jimmi Campkin
In what part of the world do you live?
I am currently living in a small seaside village called Whitby, in the North East of England. Whitby is a charming and beautiful little place – little changed in 850 years – with narrow winding streets, ancient buildings, a ruined Abbey on the cliffs and wee cobbled roads – as well as long beaches and the power and majesty of the sea, which crashes over the town during storms or is as still as glass when calm. Whitby also has connections to literature – Lewis Carroll stayed here a few times, but more famously Bram Stoker was also a visitor and set much of…
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untitled- Daffni Gingerich
Untitled by Daffni Gingerich at Sudden Denouement. Hauntingly beautiful, like the moment you finally drift back asleep…after waking from a nightmare.
On the edge of the room his hands tighten around my neck. That is when I have so much to say. Finding words is a fragile thing for me. And when my eyes cross everything flits away along with my energy. I am silence. Death taunting him for just a sip of his…. The race. The cow on her side swollen still milking. Drained with history. With talks of saving the world. I feel my eyes twitch behind the lids. I see the men I’ve danced into the bedroom for proof. For proof of my existence. I exist I exist I EXIST. Then I don’t. Not anymore. Not lifefull or lifeless. Silenced. Floating. Not suffering/just quiet. And when they apply the straps to hold me down my heart pounds speak speak speak. Valium- 10mg administered at 2:45am by TJ. speak speak speak. Valium- 10mg administered at 3am by TJ Restraints applied-…
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I Ain’t No Damsel
I Aint No Damsel by Christine Ray at braveandrecklessblog. Powerful! A veritable force of nature reading the world the riot act!
You have mistaken me
for a damsel in distress
waiting for the handsome prince
to come rescue me
slay the dragon
You seem to be under the mistaken impression
that I have no backbone
that previous violations of my boundaries
as a girl child
has left me spineless
voiceless
You appear to be implying that I am looking
for the right man to come and save me
from my darkness
lead me lovingly into the light
into normalcy
away from the broken thing
you seem to feel I am
You seem to believe that when I write
about my sexuality
that this actually has something to do with you
Let me set the record straight
I am the fucking dragon
I saved myself long ago
I have a steel reinforced spine
a barbed tongue that roars truth
I have learned to love my darkness
I have learned to love my…
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Penny wise…pound foolish
Imagine..if you will
A razor sharp melon baller
Glowing white with heat
And you scoop a perfect little ball
From the inside of your thigh
The wound cauterized instantly
The smell of bacon permeating the air
The admin, at your place of work
Holds the jar’s lid open for you to deposit
That perfect little ball-of-you
The price you pay for your paycheck
But you continue on
Filling your tech pocket
With an iPhone X
Wrist covered in a 2nd gen iPhone watch
All so you look less like a golf ball
And more like, well…everyone else
Now we could certainly discuss
The scoop value of your gaming PC
The loss of blood was so great
Getting that goddamn Lexus
You had to pay in installments
But we give of ourselves in many ways
When your partner drags you out
To the company clambake
And you’d rather just read a book
The decision to compromise
Is certainly worth a scoop
Don’t you think?
The day you threw away
That copy of US News and World Report’s
Ranking of the best colleges
Your fingers worn smooth
Running across Iowa’s Writers Workshop
So you could sign mortgage documents
Sliding five little you-spheres
(The first of many)
Across the mahogany desk
The banker immediately fashions into
One of those kinetic desk sculptures
He pulls two orbs-o’-you back
They swing, hitting with a soft
Wet
Sound
But the middle ovoid sits still
The fourth and fifth spheroids
Taking up the trajectory
You suddenly realize
That all these times
You’d given up
Parts of you
You’d given up
Mass and subsequently
Force and inertia
Soon there’ll be
No more
Pushing
Back
At
All
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