Updates

November Notes 2019

The fourth-annual November Notes is back!

Are you as excited as I am?

Here’s the rundown.
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.
    Art, poetry, flash fiction, photography — the choice is yours.
  • Share it anywhere — just be sure to use the right tag.
    • #novembernotes2019 on social media, NovemberNotes on WordPress, #November Notes on Tumblr.
  • My co-host, the very talented Nicole Hartley — and I will do our best to show our support.
  • Also, Yellow Penguin, NYC is graciously supporting this month of creativity.

To listen and follow along to each
of the songs on Spotify, click here.

  1. The Comedown (3 AM) by Empara Mi
  2. Ambivalence by Tanuki
  3. Bones by Low Roar
  4. I Don’t Care (ft. Adam Grontier) by Apocalyptica
  5. Eyes by Ex Makina
  6. What I Wouldn’t Give by We The Kings
  7. Miles To Go by Stateless
  8.  I Of The Storm by Of Monsters And Men
  9. Wildfire (alternate version) by SYML
  10. Quiet by This Will Destroy You
  11. Heart Of The Darkness by Tommee Proffitt
  12. Empathy by Audiomachine
  13. Everybody’s Free (To wear Sunscreen) by Baz Lurhmann, Quintin Tarver, Josh Abrams
  14. Shadows Fall by Random Forest
  15. Casualty by Hidden Citizens
  16. Your Soul by Hippie Sabotage
  17. Paradise Circus (Gui Boratto remix) by Massive Attack
  18. Recreational by Aaron Krause
  19. Catch Fire by The Neon Lights
  20. Counting by Autre Ne Veut
  21. ‘Till Sunrise (ft. Mammals) by Goldroom
  22. Bones by Dustin Tebbutt
  23. BloodStutter by Handsome Ghost
  24. Ivory by MOVEMENT
  25. Clouds Are Sleeping by The Abbasi Brothers
  26. The Illusion Of Order by Red Sparrow
  27. Hunger Of The Pine by Alt-j
  28. Until Then… by Sully Erna
  29. In For The Kill by Billie Marten
  30. Silhouette (ft. Ellie Goulding) by Active Child

We look forward to seeing your wonderful creations!

~Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Unbreak My Heart

Photo credit the lovely Jessica of @rusticbones

“The beauty of magic is having
second chances. To prove that a love
like ours knows no bounds.”

Magic lies within the soul, the thing that allows us to breathe. To feel. To be. It’s almost tangible, like the grainy sweetness of a pear, or the gentle rippling of a body of water. It’s the freedom to choose your path and live with the choices you’ve made. But it’s also understanding when you’re wrong, and doing something about it. The beauty of magic is having second chances. To prove that love knows no bounds. That our hearts can find each other in the dark. And it can restore your faith in the magic we share.

© Sarah Doughty
2016

A love like ours
knows no bounds.

Poetry

A World Of Beauty

Photo credit the lovely Jessica of @rusticbones

“Don’t let anyone dictate what you share
with the world. Life is worth exploring.”

There’s beauty in the world, there’s beauty in life — the good and the bad. Writing about these things isn’t trash. That’s not honoring your beliefs. It would feel like a dishonor to shun everything about life that makes us human beings. Don’t think your words are less important because they aren’t necessarily about a higher power. Life, feeling, and just being are worth exploring.

© Sarah Doughty
2016

Don’t let anyone
dictate what you share
with the world.
Life is far too
complex for a
narrow view.

Poetry

Millenia

“You were the empty space between worlds.
A darkness I no longer needed.”

After a millenia of memories, cast into the universe, I gathered each one in the palm of my hand. Every star was an epic love, every planet, a hope of something new, every moon, a dream turned into reality. Everything else — the infinite expanse of darkness — was where you belonged. I squeezed out every last bit of your darkness until nothing remained but light.

© Sarah Doughty
2106

Nothing remained
but light.

Poetry

False Pretenses

“You know who you are.
You are the sum of all that has happened.
So don’t let doubters drag you down.”

Mutual respect and friendship isn’t always genuine. It’s a hard lesson I’ve learned time and time again.

Sometimes all it takes is one look. A split second, and it’s all over. You see it. That flash of disgust flickering across their face. That’s when you know, it was all a lie. You wait, hoping it was wrong. That it was a trick of light.

But it didn’t take long to realize the truth, did it? “I was nothing to you,” you think. It took some processing to accept it, but if you’re being honest with yourself, that instant of distaste was enough to lose all respect for them.

I’m here to tell you that they weren’t worth it. Don’t mourn them, because they don’t deserve it. You know who you are. You are the sum of all that has happened to you, and you have come out the other side intact. Or you’re on your way. So no matter what they think of you, or if they used you, took advantage, it doesn’t matter.

Shake it off, and make a friend out of the rest of your pain. Hug it. Build your world around it and the people you know are family, whether they’re blood or not. Even if you lock yourself away from the rest of the world. Make beauty from your pain, and show the world — not just them — that you can overcome anything. And you have. You’ve won. They didn’t take that piece of you that still shone in the darkness. You bloomed beneath the moonlight, and they had no part of it.

That’s when you know, even though it’ll take time, you are worth it. And they aren’t.

© Sarah Doughty
2016

Updates

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

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

Breath, Bone, And Blood

I’m pleased to present my contribution to Christine Ray’s “Breath And Bone” prompt at the Brave And Reckless and Blood Into Ink blogs.

Breath, Bone, And Blood

I am more than the shallow breaths that escape my aching lungs, billowing up in a little white puff against the chilly, moonlit night. I am more than the weight you’ve forced me to carry on my shoulders. I am more…

Read the rest: Breath, Bone, And Blood/Sarah Doughty

Photo credit Laura Makabresku.

Poetry

The Call Of Night

Photo credit Sonny Spencer
Photo credit Sonny Spencer

Those evenings you feel that chill in the air, and catch the first signs of color in the leaves. Those evenings when, instead of using the grill, the fire pits are opened, dusted off, and lit.

That’s when wood smoke begins to fill the air. And a calmness seems to blanket everything. That only continues as the nights grow colder.

Those are the nights that call to me the most.

© Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Black Canvas

Photo credit Lucz of @meet_me_in_the_morgue

This canvas is marred, blackened by burns — evidence of a life filled with chaos and tragedy. But paint can still cling to its surface, breathing new life into its worn surface and making it beautiful like it was always meant to be.

© Sarah Doughty

For the ‘Support Insta Writers’ August Prompts
(based on books written by authors in the IG community)
hosted by Tracy and Journee.

Black Canvas by @journee_nicole