Baby, I’m So Cold – Kindra M. Austin

My newest on SD ❤️

Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

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You don’t know what love is at noon o’clock on
Tuesday, when I tell you I’m so cold that I can’t even
fucking feel it
anymore, expect for
inside—just inside the doorway where
my walls still quake with a singular mind
not mine, but theirs.

And you can’t tell the difference,
like my stupid cunt
can’t tell the
difference—the
goddamned
difference ‘tween
pleasure and affection.

Noon-thirty,
you gotta get home cos she is waiting cos
your home is her home,
too—
I got no type of home worth
mentioning.

I don’t know what love is at midnight o’clock on
Wednesday, when I answer your call—
I’m so fucking cold that I can’t feel it
anymore.


Kindra M. Austin is a very sweary indie author and editor from mid-Michigan (you can find her books here). She’s also the co-founder of Blank Paper Press, a founding member of Indie Blu(e) Publishing, founder…

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The Lithium Chronicles- Advance Review

I love my Lioness. ❤️

April Lee

Note: I will unabashedly agree this review is extremely personal, and not in the least bit objective.

“I am a lover of words,
and tragically beautiful things,”

Not Entirely Broken, Never Quite Whole

Nicole Lyons’ new release, The Lithium Chronicles, [coming Spring 2019] is part collected works from previous publications and new pieces that are ripped straight from the center of her being and thrusted into ours.

It is difficult for me to review Nicole’s work, not because I find it lacking in any way, but because it presents such power and vulnerability that I’m left overwhelmed.

With a handful of words Lyons can give you a window into the haunting, often debilitating world of depression (“Depression Sleeps”) and she’ll take you on roller coaster ride that so vividly paints a portrait of mania, you’ll find yourself dizzy afterword (“My Manic Mind”).

When Nicole asked me to read and review…

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Review of TWELVE, Kindra M. Austin

I am so touched by Kristiana’s heart and soul. Thank you for all of your support and encouragement. ❤️

My Screaming Twenties

Once I began reading Twelve, I couldn’t stop.

I was captivated by her words and felt every teardrop of her grief. We are not taught how to grieve but Austin’s choice to document and share the first year of mourning her Mother’s death, is a beautiful way to begin.

Her words inspire, comfort and sting. The pages are bursting with humanity and honesty. Austin never fails to impress me; she has the innate ability to turn pain into something beautiful to remember.


To buy and view Austin’s work. 

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Quasi: a revision

I don’t spit polish

your buttocks,

rosy.

That’s a real problem

for you,

innit?

 

I don’t sing your hymns,

or shine lights

golden

upon your common

backside.

 

I don’t heel cos

I’m no bitch,

stricken.

No, bitch. I’m Alpha—

teeth stained brave.

 

And I don’t heed bull—

shit, girlfriend,

you blind

batty.

That’s a real problem

for a quasi

like you.

For All the Pretty Boys I’ve Loved – Kindra M. Austin

I’m published today on SD ❤️

Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

For all the pretty boys 2

In consequence of
grand
transgressions,
bodies bob in
putrid
tinted
water.

I captained fastest motor boats
that ran on sweat and
seminal fluids.

I did not burn down
bridges,
rather,
I set fire
to marital mattresses;
then
we all
choked on
ashes.

Yes, I captained
fastest motor
boats that ran on sweat and
seminal
fluids—
tapped the bodies,
tossed ‘em back,
collected more
to feed my whore
heart.

I’m sorry for
all the pretty boys
I’ve loved
and left in
my epic wake.


Kindra M. Austin is a very sweary indie author and editor from mid-Michigan (you can find her books here). She’s also the co-founder of Blank Paper Press, a founding member of Indie Blu(e) Publishing, founder of publishing imprint, One for Sorrow, and a writer/managing editor at Blood into Ink, and Whisper and the Roar. Austin cut her poetry teeth in April, 2016, and joined the Sudden Denouement…

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