Poetry, Updates

Captive Freckles – A Collaboration With Aurora Phoenix

“I wondered what made her blush,
and I knew I wanted to see it again.”

There was something about the way her freckled cheeks turned red that caught my attention. I wondered what made her blush. If it was something I said, or something that crossed her mind. It made the green of her eyes brighten like dew tickling grass on a warm summer morning.

suffused with roses
her emerald gaze
drew inward
coppery lashes lowered
demure veils
obscuring the windows
into her inner fracas.
her cheeks scrawl a chapter
unabridged
in a language
I studied once –
long since forgot.
I scrabble
the freckled pattern –
cues to the lost tongue.

© Sarah Doughty & Aurora Phoenix
(prose poem is mine, poem beneath via A.P.)

It was an honor to collaborate
with the talented Aurora Phoenix.
It was originally published
at Whisper And The Roar.
Click here to see the original piece.
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Poetry, Updates

Like a Storm – Sudden Denouement

“And I wanted to believe in fate —
I wanted to believe in us.”

You said there was no such thing as beginnings and endings. Nothing came into existence or disappeared like a puff of smoke. Matter changed shape, becoming something new — never beginning, never ending. Always changing and evolving. Like ice to water. Water into vapor. Vapor into rain. You said the same thing about us…

© Sarah Doughty

I’m pleased to announce that I was published
at Sudden Denouement once again.
Click here to read the full piece!
Poetry

Collaboration: All the Lonely People

“I have always been here, among the lonely people.
To you, I may look normal, but I’m not.”

I have always been here, among the lonely people. Despite having people around me, my battles exist within my head and body. To you, I may look normal, but on the inside is a scene entirely different. My constant companions are sadness, frustration, exhaustion — even a fortified fortress to shield me from what the world has and could continue to do to me. Those walls isolate me from my family. The shadows are filled with creatures that know how to hurt me if I move too close. So, you see, I am one of the lonely people. But I am not alone.

© Sarah Doughty

This is the introduction to a large collaborative effort
of talented writers at Blood Into Ink.
I am honored to be among them.
To read the full piece, click here.

Poetry

Immortal

“I don’t know how much strength I have left
to keep fighting ghosts that never die.”

Read the rest at Blood Into Ink.

© Sarah Doughty

I’m honored to have my words
published at Blood Into Ink
among some fantastic warrior voices.
I hope you enjoy it.

Poetry

We Cannot Look Away

Not Another Seventeen, Not Another One

Just another day
just another town
bullet perforated backpacks
spilling loose-leaf lined paper, textbooks
onto blood stained sidewalks
helicopters hovering
to give us the birds eye view
I tried to avert my eyes
out of respect for the dead
the injured
but I could not look away
Christine Ray

Even though I should
Because I am ashamed
At the bullets that rain
At the bullet point pain
Etched in their faces, rivulets in their eyes
They were just children, stolen from their time
Not forgotten in these lines
But to their parents and loved ones
It’s a void they’ll never fill, and it shouldn’t
Lives shredded and ruined
17 times we’ve gotten the chance to do better
and for the 18th, we blew it
Just like those children who looked at their killer

Their killer is not Nikolas

The Killer is you
Devereaux Frazier

Seventeen blossoms
seventeen blinks of an eye
seventeen bullets in the body of spring
and those left behind
food to flashback phobias
memory outbursts
numbing
Spring won’t be coming
in a town far away
in a country across the sea
right next to me
Basilike Pappa

Running
Running for class president
Running for the Varsity Football Team
Running to get in line for a movie they can’t wait to see
Running to embrace someone they love
Running and laughing with siblings or friends
Running to get to the dance floor before their favorite song ends
Running for exercise
Running for fun
They should never be running from the thunder of a gun
We’re destroying our future for profit and gain
While they run for their lives
And we’re left with questions and pain
Eric Syrdal

Look away, little bird.
The sky has adjourned, rejecting your flight path
well into wrath.
hell hath no fury like the anger turned apathy, semi-automatic rhapsody that plays on
the overhead speaker that once freed us
from maths.

It doesn’t add up, the physics, social studies, introduction to business, life and
death 101.

Nothing could prepare us for the words we don’t have.
Nicholas Gagnier

Lives swung into darkness
and voices numbed
Eyes losing hope
and
Blood on the hands, soul
screams and tears everywhere

Deafening silence of the death
and roaring sound of the violence
life stripped of its happiness
and tears losing the feeling

Yet again, My heart is hopeful
Lips in unison with the prayers
Trying to calm my self down
Thinking It won’t happen again

But deep down inside
I know we all are living in denial.
Megha Sood

Spare me your
thoughts and prayers.
Spare me your
people-kill-people babble.
Seventeen more names
added to a statistic
that will never be used.
So, by all means,
let’s keep sending
millions of dollars a year
to powerful people
in exchange for turning
a blind eye.
Proving over and over again
that dollars mean more
than lives.
Sarah Doughty

Seventeen more reasons we grieve.
Seventeen more reasons we’re
broken as a nation.
Seventeen more reasons we must
rise up
a giant against apathy, and
negligence—
willful ignorance.
Destroy the dissidence.
End the agenda of greed.

Our freedoms are not free—
seventeen more innocent souls sacrificed.
Kindra M. Austin

True horror has unfolded,
We watch on glowing screens of disbelief.
With the voices of innocents ringing in our ears,
Fingers swipe it all away.
As others moved on with their day,
I could not look away.

Grief, pain, disbelief,
All right there, before our eyes.
Yet one headline replaces the next,
That gut wrenching sadness suddenly replaced.
As the topic changes to something else,
I could not look away.

Where is our humanity,
I ask as society moves on from this butchered elephant in the room.
Can’t we just stop and think,
Acknowledge the death, the suffering, the wrongness.
Another day will come and go, setting on our community,
We cannot look away.

Doomed to repeat this dreadful fate,
We need to choose to change.
Insanity is as insanity always does,
As we continue to place ammunition with malignant intent.
What can I do, the individual, the lone soul, this:
I will not look away.
Michael Erickson

We
Only
Have ourselves
To blame for this
Again and again
An unsolved tragedy
We must hold ourselves to task
For every death. Every child
Like spent shells fallen to the ground
Souls adrift to haunt those who do not act –
Who do not act again and again and again
I cannot look away again, again, again
Again
Again
Again
Again
Again, again, again, again, I cannot look away, not again.
Stephen Fuller

I cannot look away
From the train wreck shit show
This country has become,
Where cash in a senator’s pocket
Outweighs the blood of our children,
Where losing your ‘right’ to own an assault rifle
Is more an abomination
Than Children being murdered in school
Than human beings dying at a concert in Vegas
Than parents burying their babies.
The blood on your hands will not wash away.
I’m with you in Parkland!
Where kids call presidents out on their bullshit.
I’m with you in Parkland!
Where they won’t let hypocrites hide.
I’m with you in Parkland!
Where they call BS on the lies.

I’m with you in Parkland!
John W. Leys

vigil

Thanks to my warrior friends
from Blood Into Ink for including me in this.
A special thanks to Christine Ray
for spearheading the effort.
Poetry

Malevolent Melody: A Blood Into Ink Curator Collab

The Honey You Gave

Those words were sweet as honey and I drank them down like they were all for me. I fell for each one. But slowly, beneath my rose-covered eyes, they soured.

And, piece by piece, you took all you wanted from me.

© Sarah Doughty

This is my contribution to another
collaboration with some strong, talented people
over at Blood Into Ink.
Click here to read the entire piece.

Poetry, Updates

You Must Be New Here — A Weyward Sisters Collaboration

“Here’s a good rule of thumb:
If you don’t want to be called Tiny,
then don’t call me Baby.”

© Sarah Doughty

This was just a small sample of a much larger badass collaboration about etiquette in the online community. Once again, I’m honored to have been a part of the Weyward Sisters. It was fun to write, with some spice added on top. Special thanks to Sudden Denouement for publishing the piece. To read the full piece, click here.

Poetry, Updates

Death Knell – Sudden Denouement

“Then, like a death knell, you arrived.
My monster. In the flesh.”

© Sarah Doughty

I’m pleased to announce that I was published
at Sudden Denouement once again.
To read the full piece, head over here and show some love!
Poetry

Nevertheless, She Persisted – A Blood Into Ink Collaboration

Silence was her solace,
the stillness of the night,
the calm before the storm.
Her voice, long since stifled.
Her body, long since defiled.
But they never broke her spirit.
Nevertheless, she persisted.

© Sarah Doughty

This was written as part of a larger piece created with some fierce writers from Blood Into Ink. The Shield Maidens, as we’re calling our collaborative effort, were featured at Sudden Denouement with our piece called, “Nevertheless, She Persisted.” Go check it out!

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Forged Of Flame – A Blood Into Ink Collaboration

I had the pleasure of collaborating with some very talented writers at Blood Into Ink. 1Wise Woman, Aurora, Christine, and Kindra — my Shield Maiden sisters — you are my heroes. Below is an excerpt from my contribution. To read the full piece, click here.

“I felt this power rushing through my veins like a drug, searing every cell as it passed and transformed the very marrow in my bones to obsidian. My skin grew thicker, no longer the flawless flesh it once was, but marred by memories and shielded from what was to come.”

© Sarah Doughty