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    Renewal: Written Tales Magazine, #1
    Renewal: Written Tales Magazine, #1
    Renewal: Written Tales Magazine, #1
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    Renewal: Written Tales Magazine, #1

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    Renewal: the darkest hour is just before dawn.

     

    Written Tales Magazine Volume I centers on the theme of renewal. It consists of flash fiction and poetry from 36 writers around the globe. You will find poems and stories of hope, love, and life. Some will bring a smile, and other's deep reflection.

     

    The writers in this collection include:

     

    Anthony Chase - Rishabh Jain - Kathryn Malnight - Bee - Brandon Applegate -Russell Riendeau - Stephen Douglas -Lauren Aspery - Denise Shelton - Meghan - Joey Held - Montana Dean - Paul McDonald - Faith Chimezie - Benjamin Zubreckyj - Uday - Joseph - David Procaccini - Steven James - Ann Privateer - Kenneth Johnson - David - Ash Sturg - Saba Shahid - Yi Jung (Jolene) Chen - Linda Imbler's - Dr. Ajanta Paul -  Suzanne S. Rancourt - Martha Krausz - Alyson - Priyanka - Amy - Corey - Marie V. Michaels - Breanna Leslie - Leah Spence

     

    We hope you enjoy this edition as much as we did reading all the brilliant work presented here for your enjoyment.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWritten Tales
    Release dateAug 18, 2020
    ISBN9798223713333
    Renewal: Written Tales Magazine, #1
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      Renewal - Written Tales

      (Re:)Incarnate

      ANTHONY CHASE

      It's been a month now since we've

      Known a waking moment without the

      Haranguing, indecent touch of exhaustion.

      It has the truest staying power,

      Like down to tar.

      A soft breeze, the stinging

      Slap of nettles on bare skin.

      The cat's nine tails our memories are,

      Pouring brine on open wounds.

      Our medicine made sickness.

      It's okay, I say.

      We could never have known.

      I'm sorry I patted your shoulder.

      I know it grounds those nettles deeper.

      Yet, we achieved a miracle

      On that day, for we made

      The conscious choice,

      Straying from our mutual ill.

      I often wonder about

      The gratitude in the reliquary.

      Could it be better served participating in

      Its cosmic energy flow?

      Or was the pedestal my scourge,

      Vengeful and empty the whole time?

      Yet, we discovered on that selfsame day,

      It is an infinite void in a finite space,

      Our Julia Set of intoxication,

      Fractals fracturing interminable.

      How could we achieve semi-static

      Singularity with water's polarity?

      Simply cast a line, never a net,

      They urged us, plaintive in their tone.

      Nets imply greed,

      Which we had shed with our desires.

      But lines - lines understand the water's

      Surface tension, and we clung to it.

      You noticed the barbs in our hooks first.

      Pesky, sticky little critters, coated in tar.

      Necessity can breed destruction.

      We needed no food, but

      Starved we were;

      We wished we could shed our skin,

      Zip it over a coat hanger,

      Far removed from our

      Corporeal anguish,

      Until the nettles would wilt

      And wither away.

      We were withering;

      And we were hooked.

      But we were pioneers,

      All alone on our journey together.

      Yet, the doctors and lawyers kept practicing.

      We sold our prescriptions to pay the bills.

      The athletes and musicians kept on playing.

      We hustled songs to buy their pills.

      We had to run - we had

      To see the world and learn

      A thing profound -

      That music is all around.

      We went to where they talk different,

      Where their words and lullabies

      Are so incomprehensibly, syrupy sweet,

      Like honey and molasses-like joy,

      Or maybe pleasure.

      They act and feel different, too.

      They touch music, because somehow

      It already exists.

      These musicians, by feat of

      Of persuasive massage, coax out

      Chords and melodies

      On top of their rhythms.

      Courting each other,

      They whisper whims

      In rhythmic harmony,

      Too pure for thought itself -

      Orgasm made sound.

      Ears and hearts fall in love

      With their sacred dance and song,

      Rapt with intent and attention.

      With reassurance alone, we fashioned

      A hammock cocoon for two.

      And we held each other, tears and tirades

      Finally behind us,

      Donning our ashen skins,

      Nettle winds gone silent to touch.

      Sickening tar-stick melted away.

      We smolder again,

      Replete of our woes, sheltered

      In carnations.

      And we simply are –

      Content for the first time in a month that

      There are tactile, tangible, beautiful things -

      A phoenix perched

      On the embers of rebirth.

      A Glance at Rebirth

      RISHABH JAIN

      A burst of fire.

      An explosion of dirt.

      The faint scent of smoke.

      The putrid smell of rot.

      The good and the bright side of it.

      The bad and the vile part of it.

      One soars through the skies.

      A beautiful creature, an immortal being.

      With a cry that rings across the lands.

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