Cycles Of Time

When the last of the summer’s warmth fades away, leading the way to winter, a distinct scent of wood smoke fills the air as colors begin to shift from lush greens to fiery reds, oranges, and pinks. Those desiccated leaves turn, weathering away through the pull of time and elements as the nights grow longer and colder.

It’s those worn and faded memories, etched into the face of every structure and every tree, that remind us that life happened. Whether it was happy or sad or somewhere in between, life happened and will continue to live on through the cycles of time.

And that is always a beautiful thing.

© Sarah Doughty

Madness at Sudden Denouement

I’m grateful for another opportunity to share my words with Sudden Denouement!

Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

I’m more than ordinary madness. I’m not a temporary fix, but I am your devil in disguise. That desire setting you to burn like liquid fire flowing through your veins. Let me make you my paper and write all night with ink on my tongue, inciting those flames to grow. Then you’ll never want anything else.


Sarah Doughty is the wordsmith behind her website, Heartstring Eulogies, author of The Silence Between Moonbeams, her poetry chapbook, and the acclaimed Earthen Witch universe, a collection of novels and novellas, all offered for free (https://thesarahdoughty.wordpress.com/useful-links/). To learn more about Sarah and her books, check out her website (https://thesarahdoughty.wordpress.com/about) and Goodreads (https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13753138.Sarah_Doughty).

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Another Day

“I’m clinging
to the last bits
of my humanity,
like the world
is slowly draining
me of my life force.”

Sometimes I feel as though I’m clinging to the last bits of my humanity, like the world is slowly draining me of my life force. Like it’s a vampire and I’m the victim. I refuse to let go, no matter how much barbarianism I encounter. No matter how much humanity remains outside of myself. I remain. A little pale, and weak, but holding with all my might. And sometimes, that’s enough for the world to let me live to see another day.

© Sarah Doughty