I never realized darkness contained mass. Mrs. Doyle, my Physics teacher, would be dumbfounded. It feels like a stack of bricks on my chest, crushing my lungs.…… Read more “Janitor’s Closet – Julie Weiss”
Author: Kindra M. Austin
Author of fiction, poetry, and very sweary social commentary. Editor, and co-founder of Indie Blu(e) Publishing. Co-founder of Blood Into Ink, and Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen.
I Have Spells of Uneasiness From Start to Finish-Kindra M. Austin
I traveled over the great Atlantic because I was a sane woman, standing at the edge of my very own flat earth, who knew what it was…… Read more “I Have Spells of Uneasiness From Start to Finish-Kindra M. Austin”
Jabber-Walk
I was a colossus in the center of the room, but when I saw you see me and expose your cavernous mouth, I’d creep into the corner—…… Read more “Jabber-Walk”
We Will Not Be Silenced Launch Event II
Join us for our second launch event on Facebook! December 7 at 7pm-10pm The editors and contributors are concluding a week of events in honor of the…… Read more “We Will Not Be Silenced Launch Event II”
I Knew My Worth
I knew my worth when I was hot as fuck and boys all lined up to pet my cleft at the blind side of the playground— dirty…… Read more “I Knew My Worth”
Anyway, Always
Thinking about it now, I’m not the least bit sorry for the hateful shit I’d said to you eleventy years ago, when I was a kid and…
For Me
You are the moonbeams streaming through my window when I’m awake at 3 a.m. I wonder what you would tell her whenever she throws her hands up…… Read more “For Me”
I Hit a Dear with an Automobile Not Mine
Ooops! I thought we were “Team Awesome.” Ooops! I thought we were best friends. Ooops! I thought you’d be the last person on this godforsaken earth who…… Read more “I Hit a Dear with an Automobile Not Mine”
Quest for Wellness
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder Intrusive thoughts take hold of my hand, and lead me across the street where shades who are, and have yet to be…… Read more “Quest for Wellness”
Blackness
It was easy to break her marinating heart on a Friday night when she was sat at the candle-lit kitchen table, chain-smoking and listening to Janis Joplin,…… Read more “Blackness”
Blood Into Ink 