PTSD and Awareness, Updates

Indie Blu(e) Publishing — We Will Not Be Silenced

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We Will Not Be Silenced: The Lived Experience of Sexual Harassment and Sexual Assault Told Powerfully Through Poetry, Prose, Essay, and Art is the result of survivors feeling compelled to do something after the strongly triggering Kavanaugh Confirmation Hearings. Ultimately, it was decided to advocate, educate, and resist through art by creating an anthology. The final collection includes 166 pieces of writing and art from 95 contributors around the globe.

The truth matters,
our stories matter,
and you can help.

We Will Not Be Silenced is now available in print and Kindle editions and reached #1 in Amazon’s New Releases in several categories.

Reviews are trickling in and they are overwhelmingly positive. Check them out here and here. I even had a few things to say about it here.

To help spread awareness about this important book, the editors and many contributors will be participating in two live Facebook events. The first takes place on Friday, November 30th from 4-7 PM EST. The second on Friday, December 7th from 7-10 PM EST. There is also going to be a big giveaway going on, including a short, exclusive chapbook of my own (emailed as a PDF), so it’s definitely worth checking out.

In addition to these live events, the editors and contributors will be sharing various details and information across their social media channels. Feel free to do the same.

Additional information:

The editors decided early on that this was a project of passion and compassion, not profit. Find further information about the use of royalties earned from this anthology here.

To help provide copies to others who might not otherwise be able to afford them, please visit the Go Fund Me page.

For individuals and organizations such as rape crisis centers, gender studies departments, and public libraries that that would like to receive a copy, but otherwise are not able to afford one can be added to a Wish List by emailing the editors at indieblucollective@gmail.com.

Special thanks to the editors
for graciously including me
by accepting three donated pieces
for this anthology.

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Coming Fall 2018

I am happy to be a part of this incredible cause from Indie Blu(e), which is something I think many of us need. Not just fellow survivors, but for everyone. To help spread awareness of how these kinds of things affect us as victims, as survivors, and beyond. But furthermore, I think it’s important for people who have never experienced anything like what will be included in this collection — both men and women. It will help everyone understand the impact their actions can have upon a person.

We Will Not Be Silenced is coming very soon! Stay tuned for more details.

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Sudden Denouement’s First Short Story Literary Prize – Open For Submissions

Be sure to check this out!
I’m definitely intrigued by this prompt.


Since its inception in 2016, The Sudden Denouement Literary Collective has had the privilege of featuring some of today’s most fearless writers. With members that span the globe and editors who share a passion for pushing boundaries, we as a collective have enjoyed reading, promoting, and watching the success of each individual artist as they […]

via Sudden Denouement’s First Short Story Literary Prize – Open For Submissions Nov 1, 2018 — A Global Divergent Literary Collective

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November Notes

The third-annual November Notes is back!

Are you as excited as I am?

Here’s the rundown. This year, the guidelines are the same.

  • Each day during the month of November,
    a new song will be your prompt.
  • Take whatever part of the day’s selection
    that resonates with you the most.
  • Create something. Anything.
    Poetry, flash fiction, photography — the choice is yours.
  • Share it on your Instagram or blog — just be sure to use the right tag.
    • #novembernotes2018 on Instagram, NovemberNotes on your blog.
  • My co-host, the very talented Dipendra Tamang — and I — will do our best to show our support.

To listen and follow along to each
of the songs on Spotify, click here.
Otherwise, look below for a full list of the songs.

  1. For This You Were Born by UNSECRET Feat. Fleurie
  2. Losing My Religion by R.E.M
  3. Embody Me by Novo Amor
  4. Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd
  5. Wolves by Down Like Silver
  6. Spanish Rose (Original Stereo Mix) by Van Morrison
  7. Wildfire by SYML
  8. Heart Of Gold by Neil Young
  9. Lend Me The Courage Of Stars by Lights & Motion
  10. Nights In White Satin (Single Version) by The Moody Blues
  11. Catch The Wind by High Highs
  12. No Rain by Blind Melon
  13. Blinded by Emmit Fenn
  14. Sensitive Kind by John Mayall
  15. Wastelands by Amber Run
  16. Diamonds And Rust by Joan Baez
  17. This Is Us Colliding by Talos
  18. Stairway To Heaven by Led Zeppelin
  19. On The Nature Of Daylight by Max Richter, et al.
  20. The Girl From Ipanema by João Gilberto, Stan Getz, and Astrud Gilberto
  21. Life And Death by Paul Cardall
  22. With Or Without You (Remastered) by U2
  23. Pistols At Dawn (Bonus Track) by Seinabo Sey
  24. The Joker by The Steve Miller Band
  25. Across The Sea by The Sweeplings
  26. The Price by Twisted Sister
  27. Adagio In E Minor (From “Sunshine) by The City Of Prague Philharmonic
  28. Hurt by Johnny Cash
  29. The Hunger In Your Haunt by Crywolf
  30. November Rain by Guns ‘N Roses

We look forward to seeing what wonderful creations you come up with!

~Sarah Doughty

Poetry, PTSD and Awareness, Uncategorized, Updates

Testify! – A Collaboration

A piece of grave importance that is very relevant and needed in today’s society. Please take a few minutes to give this one a read.

Blood Into Ink

Testify

Elephants in the arena,
drowning out the stories as
we all hear them,
stomping on
the flowerbed scenery
they’ve built around your garden of rot,
and without a
second thought,
sold the world a
wilting centerpiece
(Nicholas Gagnier)

I
And His Daughter Prayed for Her
She didn’t really know why
She prayed she’d not meet a guy
At a party; ‘cause he’d liked beer
That sudsy stuff she’d now fear

II

The louder we toast
The better the truth we spew
Just another pint
The truth becomes toxic stew
We’ll all agree
Got the votes of the old crew
Now let’s all meet
At Four P’s and grab a brew
(Stephen Fuller)

Oh! look at him
when the venom drips from his slithering tongue
and he moans and screams
to validate his flagrant lies
and the white privilege
agrees in complete unison

Hiding behind the female prosecutor

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Poetry, PTSD and Awareness, Updates

Asking For It

“Before you point that accusatory finger
in my direction, remember this:
I never asked for it.”

The sun is setting and I feel the cold seeping into my bones. I feel the life bleeding out of my feet, leeching into the ground. And I stand here, breathing smoke into the sky. Because that’s all I have left to give — pieces of my broken spirit. And that’s all that remains after the vultures picked me apart. So before you point that accusatory finger in my direction, remember this: I never asked for it. I never gave the wrong signals. I didn’t deserve all you forced upon me.

And how could I have known better? I was barely old enough to walk, let alone understand what vile things you wanted from me. If you wouldn’t blame a child, then why blame the teenager for going to a party? Why blame the woman that was followed home from work? It’s time everyone takes a hard look at the patterns. Those men saw something they wanted, and they took it. With complete disregard for their victim. And I suppose that’s part of the point. They have the power. They need it. So they take it wherever they can get it.

So, if you are a victim, and you’ve ever felt that finger pointing in your direction, know that no matter what anyone tells you — You. Are. Not. To. Blame.

© Sarah Doughty

Illustration via @harumi_hironaka.

I am sharing this again today, not because I feel the need to repost it, but because I feel it’s necessary to reiterate to the world that there is, in fact, a culture. It exists and there is a reason that women (for the majority) do not come forward until sometimes decades later, if at all. Society immediately rejects them.

She shouldn’t have been at that party.
She shouldn’t have been wearing those clothes.
She shouldn’t have given him 
eyes….
Where’s the evidence to prove this happened?
Why didn’t she come forward immediately?
… and the list goes on.

So, this is for all the survivors out there — both the ones that have used their voices (and especially for Dr. Ford, for having the bravery to speak out in a public, televised inquiry, despite having been harassed and given multiple death threats by even considering doing so) and those that have survived in silence — know that it was not your fault. My thoughts are always with the people that have suffered at the hands of monsters and I hope that at the very least, someone will find comfort with these words. Just knowing that you aren’t alone might be enough.


I also want to state that I am not claiming that Kavanaugh is guilty, because I believe in the “innocent until proven guilty” principles this country is based upon. However, this does not mean that I believe that Dr. Ford is not telling her truth. Something happened to her, and I believe her. After thirty-some years, you wouldn’t remember something in such vivid detail if it wasn’t a major event in your life. I know this from experience. There are many things I wish I could erase from my mind, but alas, they are burned there like a brand and they will never go away as long as I live. These are not the accounts and emotional responses of a person that is fabricating a story.

Random Thoughts, Updates

Saving Her

A few days ago, I wrote about something very important to me. How she’s helped me over the years. I thought it was fitting to share actual photos and a little history about her. To celebrate her life, as she was then, and how she is now. Before it ends.

Lovelies, meet Pumpkin.

This was taken shortly after she was rescued, and she’d put on the much-needed thirty pounds of weight. Looking back, I can almost see the gratitude in her eyes for giving her a new chance at life. From the first day, she was always by my side….

And from the first moment she met this little boy several years later, she was smitten. Anytime he cried, she was there to soothe him. Her favorite moments were the ones like these….

Ever since, she has taken care of him, just as she has done for me. My family has been lucky to have her in our lives for over twelve years. The only problem is that we don’t know how much time is left. I see the clouds in her eyes and how stiff she feels when the weather changes or the temperatures are too cool. But, despite all that, she never stops taking care of us.

Every day, she leaves me
with this question:
Who saved whom?

© Sarah Doughty

Poetry, Updates

Sharp

“When I awoke from the nightmare,
I reminded myself that I was alive.”

The blade cut into the night and flashed silver against the moonlight. And even though my ears heard no sounds but the thundering of my heart, I swore I could hear the sharp metal singing its high-pitched tune as it sliced through the air. It slipped through my skin like it was warm butter and at first I felt nothing. I wondered if maybe it was shock or disbelief. But then the pain started. Like someone injected gasoline into my bloodstream and lit a match. I watched as the thick, red liquid poured out of the fresh wound and begged for death. And as he stood over me, he licked my blood from his dagger and smiled down at me in a show of blood-stained teeth — right before everything went black.

When I awoke from the nightmare, I reminded myself that I was alive and the true face behind my fears liked it when I called him Daddy. The only comfort I found was knowing that death came for him first. Too bad he didn’t take the memories with him.

© Sarah Doughty

This was written as part of
a much larger collaboration called Sharp
with Sudden Denouement‘s Weyward Sisters,
nine other extremely talented writers.
As always, it was a pleasure writing with them.

Poetry, Updates

Reconciliation

“My love, all I want and need is you.
It’s always been you.”

Maybe that’s what I can’t reconcile. What I want and what I need. You. You see, I want you to be by my side. I want you to love me, unequivocally, just as I love you. I want you to grow old with me, and fall more in love with me every day as I do for you. I want you with me, happy, content, and fulfilled. What I want is you. All of you. For always….

© Sarah Doughty

Read the rest of this piece
at Sudden Denouement.
As always, many thanks
to the wonderful people
there for all their kindness
and support.

Poetry, Updates

Only One of Us Gets to be a Martyr

It was the defiance in your gaze that caught my eye at first. The way you did the opposite of what anyone told you, for the sake of proving them wrong. Sometimes you succeeded, and sometimes you didn’t. But it never stopped you from being you. Down to the core. Making your own way, on your own terms. Maybe that was what fascinated me for so long. What left me in awe. Maybe it was some of the things you said. What left me speechless.

(But I’m restless,
full of
condescension,
ruling my own city without mandate or
consensus, putting up
fences, making
contestants of
first
impressions,
taking something so breakable as penance
and helping it
be bent
in pieces.)

Read the rest here.

© Sarah Doughty and Nicholas Gagnier

I had the distinct pleasure
of collaborating with the amazing
and talented Nicholas Gagnier
to celebrate the second anniversary
of Sudden Denouement.
This is just an excerpt of the entire piece.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.