Sarah is an incredibly insightful writer. She is powerful, and beautiful. ❤

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I said I’d be your wings,
so you hired a flat-felled seamstress
topstitched me to your back.

Save me, you say
when jumping off bridges.

And this is my penance,
or hoping you would thrive —
not take risks with your life.

But yet, there you are,
jumping with blind faith
that I will keep you from
landing at Death’s door.

I’m sorry, I say
when I realize I have failed you.
Stanzas 1&2 © Kindra M. Austin

Stanzas 3-5 © Sarah Doughty

Kindra M. Austin is an indie author (her books can be found  here , a founding member of Indie Blu(e), and a writer/managing editor at Sudden Denouement, Blood Into Ink, and Whisper and the Roar. A Sagittarius Valkyrie from the state of Michigan, she likes craft beer, and classic big block muscle cars. You can find her filing through the souls of the slain at  poems and…

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Kindra M. Austin and Jimmi Campkin

I know damn well where the bastard’s been, but I ask him anyway, just for shits and giggles. He tells me to take a short walk off a long pier—idiot, stinking of another man’s piss and strawberry nudy-bar incense. He’d sat in his car getting blotto before going inside. I know because this particular club only serves soda. What a ridiculous image: a carpark full of man-children rubbing premature hard-ons while sucking down whiskey or beer, and snorting snow off of steering wheels. I wonder how many make eye contact with their fellows as they walk across the pavement, and enter Titty McGee’s.

Hate is a strong word, and only suitable for a wretched fool.  Earlier that evening, whilst going through a drawer, I blew the dust and little balls of melted cotton from my thigh-highs and looked at them through the diseased…

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I’m such a fan of Stephen Fuller’s writing, and I was honored that he agreed to create this piece with me. Thank you Stephen for inspiring me. ❤

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Once upon a time,
I asked a unicorn to dance
Seemed lonely in the field
Eating rainbow spelt 
And candied corn

A whisper snuck into my ear, 
A wistful breeze
Had been searching 
Ever since the sun
Began to shine, 

A rogue child

Have courage child, 
Walk up to her
Don’t ask about the horn, 
Not yet, she knows you know, 
She wants to be seen a part 

The sweet beast, bastardized by
Fictions fashioned by man,
Is sensitive to ill-hearted hearts;
No discernment is greater than that of

Approach with trueness, and no
Regard for self;
Be a leaf carried on the breeze,
Or a ray of sunlight breaking through the
Oak trees

Speak to her with kaleidoscopic words

Run up the hill
Osculate me
Yearning to
Glow like a 
Inviting my

She sees you
Like light in night
She hears you
A song for the…

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In eighteen days, I release my third book, a novella titled, For You, Rowena. I’m honored to announce that Allane Sinclair has yet again created a cover that encompasses a universe I’ve imagined and put to paper. I couldn’t ask for a better collaborator than Allane. As always, I hope my words serve justice to the emotions that scream from her artwork. Allane Sinclair is the real deal, folks. She pours every bit of her soul into her work, and it shows.

For You, Rowena, at its core, is about self-preservation, true love, and the road a person might travel to claim that love as their own, despite the obstacles; it’s about abusive relationships, self-exploration, redemption, and revenge.

For You, Rowena is not written in the narrative style of Magpie in August. Though two different animals, I hope that those who’ve read Magpie will recognize both the strengths and vulnerabilities I’ve instilled into the main women characters of Rowena.

For You, Rowena is scheduled for release on 31 August, 2018 in paperback and Kindle format via Amazon.  Pre-sale to be announced.




For a minute or more, I was dead as you,

as you were technically dead

before the end was absolute—

before your brain conceded.

For a minute or more, my world was edged in blossoming dark,

engrossing, on the cusp of consent.

Blackbirds congregated, chattered ‘round my head, and

they called dibs on my vital organs—

heart, liver, kidneys, and lungs.

One expressed explicit interest in

my spleen—

keen student of human anatomy,

morbid corvid.

Then a cardinal came with your breath on its wings,

and I breathed.

I just breathed.

I breathe still…


© Kindra M. Austin

image: Houston Audubon




I listen to Radiohead

when I contemplate killing you—

I want to smash your glass and

get at the inside of your meaning.

Shells tell different truths—

look at me.


I’m right and tight

with my plastic teeth,

and painted eyes that never blink.

We mislead, you and me.


© Kindra M. Austin

(image: Gifer)



We’ve updated our submission guidelines.

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Sudden Denouement Publishing has made its mark publishing contemporary and divergent poets such as force of nature Nicole Lyons, social commentator extraordinaire David Lohrey, and stunning Bruised But Not Broken’s founder Rachel Finch.

Although providing a vehicle to publish such extraordinary poets remains a priority for Sudden Denouement Publishing, we are currently seeking submissions of exceptional genre fiction manuscripts. Perhaps your science fiction/fantasy manuscript or your noir mystery is just what we are looking for!

If you are unfamiliar with the quality and aesthetic of Sudden Denouement’s writing, please familiarize yourself with our work before submitting.

How to Submit:

  1. Submit all queries to Be sure to include Manuscript Submission in the subject line. We ask that you submit one query at a time.
  2. Please include a cover letter, and a concise synopsis no longer than one page in the body of the email.
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I recently had the opportunity to interview with Ericka at Authenticitee Speaks. Please check out her blog. The writer crush series is an excellent avenue for discovering writers and learning more about them. Thank you, Ericka! And thank you, Devereaux for the recommendation. Much love to you both.

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I study the writers I choose to feature. It’s important to me to marinate in the pauses between their words. Words are powerful and those who are not afraid to stretch them beyond their original intent fascinate me. Kindra Austin is not afraid and she fascinates me.

Previously unfamiliar with Kindra’s work, I couldn’t have been more thrilled when she was recommended by one of my favorite poets; Devereaux Frazier! I had the honor of interviewing Devereaux a few months ago; so I knew I was in for a treat. Wise beyond his years he has a mature palate and sure enough the strength of Kindra’s gift “had me at hello”.

Kindra speaks…

Kindra M. Austin is an indie author from Chesaning, Michigan, USA. Her debut novel, “Magpie in August” was published in April, 2017, and her book of poems and prose, “Constant Muses” followed…

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Every morning, she’d find Henry in his pajamas, sitting at the table with a newspaper, and a cup of sweet, pale coffee. Good Henry, since his wife had fallen ill with madness, he kept quiet and no longer bothered her for his breakfast.

“Can’t you smell that, Henry?” she’d ask.

Something in the kitchen smelled to her like animal death; the odor was perplexing, and had been vexing her for weeks. She cussed over a bucket of diluted bleach—her daily ritual—inhaling the fumes through flared nostrils as she slopped the disinfectant all over the cracked linoleum, swirling the mop from corner to corner. Then she’d clean out all of the cupboards, soaking the old porous wood with bleach water, scrubbing and scrubbing until her knuckles were raw and splitting. By the time she was finished, defeated by the persistent stink that only she could smell, the lunch hour had long…

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My latest on Sudden Denouement

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Someone told me I was Queen of _____
So I hit the pavement with
nothing but the
shoes on my feet and
two middle fingers.

I followed black wings and
learned how to prey.
I communed with rivers and
willows and  
winds of change.
I defied a mountain and
slept at its summit.
I made the day blush and
trained the night to genuflect.

Someone told me I was Queen of _____
So I hit the pavement with
nothing but the
shoes on my feet and
two middle fingers.

I returned home,
not Queen of fucking Nothing;
I returned
Commander of My Heart.   

Kindra M. Austin is an indie author (her books can be found here, a founding member of Indie Blu(e), and a writer/managing editor at Sudden Denouement, Blood Into Ink, and Whisper and the Roar. A Sagittarius Valkyrie from the state of Michigan, she likes craft beer, and…

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