Writing Prompt: Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson

Throughout the month of July, Christine has been providing daily writing prompts based on the title of a beloved Children’s book on Brave and Reckless. They are designed to inspire readers to write a poem, prose piece, or a piece of flash fiction in 30 minutes or less.

Speak is an important and groundbreaking young adult book about the after-effects of sexual trauma. We hope you will consider writing or creating art in response to the prompt.

The only rule is that you use the book title as your piece title OR integrate the title into your piece.

If you would like to have your piece considered for publication on Brave and Reckless, email your prompt inspired pieces to Christine at her.red.pen.wordsmithing@gmail.com.

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Spoken Word: Gestalt/OldePunk

Grasping convolutions

anything will do really

corrugated steel rictus

pulls at corners

a shadow play

in ritual dusk

down another

glass of slow derision

at the nearest

watering hole

wondering how and why

I am unholy

reconcile I’m alone

with the pictures

we both inhabit

I could not hold

the fire

so now I choke

on smoke

and bathe in ashes

my breath stinks

of rebellion

my words are heavy

and low, lo

unto tomorrow

riveting the compunction

to depart the now

the how and when of it

matter little

respond to extinguish

the embers

of my love, of

your ruin

I absolve myself

of any wrongdoing

It’s stern

your reflection

I return

to the objection

and babe

it’s all gone down

it’s all your fault

it’s not the noun

it’s not this town

the fade of gestalt

that I caught

standing outside

looking in at

your origins

I am spread too thin

and I know I will

not win

impart the devolution

of the anatomy

of we

I am left alone

with the memories

that we both inhabit

I still wonder why you

left-handed

the wave goodbye

but would not look

in my way

I am disinterested

with what comes next

or the aftermath

of my part, apart

I am full to the brim

of empty

I know I haven’t the strength

to begin, again.

Think I will take

a walk down to the ocean

and see if

a baptism in the cold

salt of seas

can free me

from the loss

of the pictures

we both inhabit

image courtesy of Google Images and K. Layton

Voice recording courtesy of Christine Ray, Brave and Reckless


He is also a managing editor at Sudden Denouement Literary Collective