Beautiful piece by Candice ❤
A great opportunity!
Blood Into Ink, a safe space for survivors of trauma/abuse, has been deeply moved by the national embrace of the #MeToo Campaign. #MeToo has provided a way for women and men to tell their truths about their experiences with sexual assault and/or harassment in a way that feels comfortable to them. We believe that breaking the silence and telling these stories matters. To honor this campaign, Blood Into Ink is holding a #MeToo Writing Contest to recruit new writers for the Collective.
We welcome submissions about all forms of trauma: child abuse, domestic violence, sexual assault, natural disaster, addiction, mental health, etc.– whatever you have survived that has shaped you.
Formats accepted: Poem, prose, fiction, essay, spoken word or video*
More than 50 words; Less than 750
1st place Membership as a Curator in the Blood Into Ink Collective. The winning entry will be published on…
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Are you a fan of exceptional writing? Are you a writer of poetry, prose, essay or short fiction? Do you consider yourself a feminist?
Whisper and the Roar is currently recruiting new Collective Members as well as guest writers.
Submission Guidelines for Whisper and the Roar:
- Send up to 3 pieces of original writing in either PDF or Word document attached to an email that includes your real name as well as the name you publish your writing under. Although we prefer previously unpublished work, we will consider published work as long as it has ONLY been published on a blog. You must own the rights to any work you submit to Whisper and the Roar
- Include a brief biography that includes a link to your website/social media site where readers can go to read more of your writing.
- Please attach a suggested image for each piece of writing that you submit
- Understand that you…
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Get out of the way – Kindra’s kicking ass today on Sudden Denouement!
What do you mean to me? No
goddamned clue. But I know I’m
in deep blue like with you, boy,
when you stand on the corner
of nineteen hundred
wearing black kohl eyes, and that
Robert Smith hair.
Toss me a menthol ciggie, then
take me by the hand;
pull me straight out of myself,
and into the back alley where
your beast heart beats.
Let me smear your painted lips
with my gin soaked tongue—
you’re so fucking pretty.
Make me the object
of your affliction.
[ Kindra M. Austin is an author (information on her book can be found here), artist, and a Sagittarius Valkyrie from the state of Michigan—Go Detroit Red Wings! She likes her drinks corpse stiff, music loud as fuck, and classic big block muscle cars. You can find her filing through the souls of the slain atpoems and…
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Empty Densely clouded days and nights No light can shine in that deep darkness Penetrating cold that incapacitates Flames extinguished by anguish Ghosts of what I once was Fill me up I’m looking for you My father’s words bash against my already throbbing skull. “If I could just push a button and die I would … Continue reading Backlash
Great read by DamagedLuna!
I was born in August
All that means is that I have a burning fire inside my core
Along with my otherwise dismal personality
I was touched by an angel only once
The only problem was that I don’t always see things as they are
I’m trapped in a world of perception
I don’t know the language here
I wasn’t given the handbook on self-preservation
I opened up my fire to the unknown even with hesitation
You could say I was misguided, maybe even brave, but to put it simply
I wanted to believe in love
If I could describe myself in a word it would be foolish
I put all my cards out on the table in plain site
Each one placed face up with a piece of my soul
Plump for the taking
If Medusa placed her gaze upon me now she would be disappointed
You helped fill…
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The second volume of A Journal for Damned Lovers is now available to purchase from Amazon! It’s in physical format, with the Kindle version set to arrive at a later date.
I made a short video on YouTube where I share my thoughts and feelings regarding the occasion, as well as giving a reading of a piece taken from the second volume.
If you pick up a copy, then firstly, I thank you for your support, from the bottom of my weary heart, may I add, and secondly, I really do hope you enjoy reading it. A lot of effort has gone into making it as in-depth and immersive as possible, and as such, I’m confident it will take you on a journey. There’s a whole load of joy and despair within its pages, but ultimately, it’s a book about love, for lovers.
You can find the two ‘main’ links…
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We pleased to announce that Nicholas Gagnier’s book Swear To Me is available for purchase on Amazon.com. In addition to many fine pieces written by Nicholas, this volume includes writing by Blood Into Ink Curators Rachel Finch, Kindra M. Austin, Sarah Doughty, Aurora Phoenix, Dom, 1Wise-Woman, Nathan McCool, andChristine Ray. Other contributors to this volume include such Friends of Blood Into Ink Rana Kelly, Eric Syrdal, Ward Clever, Aakriti Kuntal, Lois E. Linkens, Olde Punk, Nathan McCool, andNicole Lyons.
This volume explores what it is like to live with depression and other types of mental illness. Profits from its sale will be donated to mental health organizations. We are deeply honored to have been included in this volume and hope that you will consider purchasing a copy.
Wow yourself with Christine! This is no Whisper… this is the Roar!
the sinners pray to me
asking me to forgive
as though I am holy
consecrated by the fire
washed clean in the blood
But Jesus and I never
ran in the same crowd
we didn’t pass a bottle of cheap
schnapps while parked in the Catholic cemetery
shooting the shit in a rusty Chevy Nova
making out under small town stars
I never found god in the cardboard wafer
placed upon my tongue
by priests with too-tight white collars
who looked down on me
called me illegitimate
offspring of a whore
to marry a divorced Presbyterian
their own vices
throwing the first stone
gossiped openly about in the parking lot after Mass
do what I say, not as I do hypocrisy
still ringing in my ears as clearly as the amens
Don’t come looking to me
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Whisper and The Roar – Aurora Phoenix
Sucker punched, she is flattened
smashed to the pavement
time and time again.
Leaden-hearted yet buoyant
she rights herself
painted with plasticine smile.
Returns to proscribed place
submits to sanctioned
Behind the mask she wonders
when will she be permitted to
stand her ground
assert her humanity
Aurora Phoenix is a wordsmithing oxymoron. Staid suburbanite cloaks a badass warrior wielding weapon grade phrases. Read more of her confabulations at Insights from “Inside.”