Be sure to go check it out.
It is my pleasure to announce that
Nicholas Gagnier has released
All The Lonely People!
A heartfelt congratulations to my friend
for another amazing collection.
Here’s to many more to come!
“I made a home in this darkness.
But home is not a prison.
I am worthy. To be me.”
This life of mine has never been an easy one. That’s no secret. But I’m alive. And that counts for something, right? I may have made a home in this darkness. But home is not synonymous with prison. Home is not a place where I can’t be loved just as I am. Home is not a place where I cannot be happy in my own skin. Because these scars are proof of my resilience. To keep pushing forward. To keep fighting. And I no longer bear them with shame. That weight is no longer mine to bear. It was never supposed to be mine. Home is a place where I broke through every barrier that was erected against me. And you know what? I might be bruised, but I’m fucking brave. I’ve broken through barriers. I’ve overcome. I’ve risen. I’ve proven that I am worthy of love and happiness. I have proven that I am worthy. To be me. To become so much more. Just as I am. And I’m going to keep going without apologies.
I make no apologies for who I am. Because this is me. Scars and all.
© Sarah Doughty
This is me,
so take me as I am
or get out of my way.
This was inspired by the song
“This Is Me” by Keala Settle
from The Greatest Showman.
This is my anthem.
When I began reading We Will Not Be Silenced, I was shocked at what waited for me. It wasn’t just the staggering statistics from the Forward. It wasn’t just the vivid, albeit brief, moments of just a few things a survivor may have experienced.
It was the onslaught
of my own history
up my throat like bile.
While this anthology needs to be read with great care – especially for those that have experienced some kind of abuse or assault in their lives, as it will no doubt be triggering – it is definitely something everyone should be aware of. These things are real. They happen at a staggering rate every day. And the more awareness we can spread about it, maybe – just maybe – we will be able to save someone from enduring some of, or escaping from, their own.
If you haven’t already done so, consider giving this anthology a read, as both print and Kindle versions are available. Or, consider gifting a copy to the Wish List to donate to organizations in need.
~ Sarah Doughty
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.
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.
Here’s more info about my exclusive giveaway.
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.
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 email@example.com.
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.
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 […]
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.
Elephants in the arena,
drowning out the stories as
we all hear them,
the flowerbed scenery
they’ve built around your garden of rot,
and without a
sold the world a
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
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
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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“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
“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