Meet Darker Objects Collaborator Dom Wynette

I’m the woman you’re mother warned you about
The one people wince at what may come out of my mouth
I say what I want even at your grandmother’s house
I might even slouch on her couch
Peep my reflection and take a selfie with my tongue out
Yea that’s me
The one she told you could never be a wife
Because I’m too obscene
Five foot nine, with half my height in my legs
Covered in ink, with clothes that compliment my curves
Your mom wants you with a tamable girl
Not one that makes her son beg
She only wants the BEST, I guess you’re her whole world
But I’m the girl with a past life
A girl who wasted all her twenties being lost in the fast life
Two kids with two daddies, with no desire to have more
no grand-babies for her
I bet your mom thinks I’m a whore
She warned you about those baby mamas
She thinks my children diminish my worth
Well, I got news for that lady
I’m the wildest thing that’s ever happened to you, baby
I might not have the prettiest history
Those are all facts, that’s no mystery

But once you’ve had me, life without me is misery
I’m the best left, so its best you play it right
Before I leave you empty and let your mama tuck you in at night


Dom Wynette, ‘I Am the Woman,’ Darker Objects

“To be a part of such a powerful piece of work, with such amazing writers… the feeling is indescribable. I look at them and then realize I am one of them… My cup is forever full! ” 

Dom Wynette

Most pieces you read from Dom Wynette are fragments of her in breadcrumb poems and rants, that are begging her readers to follow the trail to her soul. As a stage four cancer survivor, the mother of four is most recognized for her transparency through her words, she is also unafraid to go against the grain to release her thoughts. Learn more at DomTheBlogger.com 

Meet Darker Objects Collaborator Stephen Fuller

We
Only
Have ourselves
To blame for this
Again and again
An unsolved tragedy
We must hold ourselves to task
For every death. Every child
Like spent shells fallen to the ground
Souls adrift to haunt those who do not act –
Who do not act again and again and again
I cannot look away again, again, again
Again
Again
Again
Again
Again, again, again, again, I cannot look away, not again.

Stephen Fuller, Excerpt from ‘We Cannot Look Away: Not another seventeen, not another One,’ Darker Objects

Stephen Fuller is thrilled to be included in this collection of poetry alongside some of the good people he has met on his writing journey over the last 6 years. He is equally astonished by how prolific and smooth his collaborations with Christine have been and might say that on any given day they share a poetic mind. Today, Stephen writes less after a life transformation of epic proportions: divorce, retirement, move, new job in a new profession and all the excitement those changes entail; friendships, relationships, dogs, cats, and lots of beautiful land in the Driftless area of Wisconsin. No complaints, just a smile for how life finally turns when you stare down the demons with the love and support of family and friends. 

Meet Darker Objects Collaborator Devika Mathur

To see sanguine ropes of dirt and mollusk

we walk under the skins of disgust, often choking

Slumping, sliding under the caskets of Coffins

Biting the threads of skulls, breathing the sands of hope

We have a thumping noise, striking our iris and hands

Shivers and cold Noises.

Filling the brim of the Planet with liquids and milk

we march towards our home.

All the lonely people,

We exist still, under the cleft of your chins,

under the blue sonograms,

under the pits and pits.

We are the lonely people


Devika Mathur, Excerpt from ‘A Song with Many Voices: All the Lonely People,’ Darker Objects

“Darker Objects is a production of  communal thoughts, ideas and most importantly depicting art in Unity. The voices in it are heard, shared and roared time and again.” 

Devika Mathur

Devika Mathur is a bilingual poet who resides in India and is the author of Crimson Skins.  Her work has also been published in Madras Courier, Kitaab.org, Selcouth Station, Modern Literature, Indian Review, Whisper and the Roar, and Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, to name a few. She has written for more than 40 journals and loves to share similar thoughts through her initiative; Olive skins- a virtual platform for all surrealist writers. She was recently a part of the ‘Best of Mad Swirl’ anthology and has work included in the astounding anthology BymePoetica vol 2., as well as, All the Lonely People. She loves to express her thoughts through her WordPress blog, My Valiant Soul

Meet Darker Objects Collaborator Robert Wertzler

I don’t know what color to wear
For the child of rape forced to accept
Her mother’s rapist as Father
For that mother forced to put her daughter
Into the hands of her rapist
For the grieving mother mourning a miscarried child
And under investigation for possible homicide
For the child of incest
Life-long symbol of a family’s shame
For the doctor who must make a judgment call
On a woman’s life or a doomed fetus and
Facing 99 years if a court disagrees
No, I don’t know the right color to wear
Black of grief?
Rage red?
What color is fear?
Perhaps Gold for resolve that
These horrors must not come to pass


Robert Wertzler, Excerpt from ‘The Color of Our Rights,’ Darker Objects

“I often respond to a poem with a poem (Often enough to have resulted in a book of them.). Christine’s invitation to contribute to a collaboration felt as a natural next step. It is a joy to be included in such creative and insightful company.” 

Robert Wertzler

Bob Wertzler is retired from nearly twenty years in the mental health field both in California and Arizona. There are times the title, “Recovering Therapist,” seems to fit. In 2006 Bob retired (again) to move to western North Carolina to help and become the primary caregiver for his father who had developed Dementia. Before all that, there was much work at various times as a soldier (US Army 196770), community organizer, cab driver, welfare case worker, wooden toy maker, carpenter, warehouse worker, among other things. He relates to a line in a Grateful Dead song, “What a long, strange trip it’s been” But there is a life beyond work and keeping fed, clothed, and sheltered, and for him that has been much involved with reading, writing, and listening. He learned to read and love books from his father reading to him at bedtime and gradually transitioning to Bob doing the reading. It was not generally those things called “children’s books” that he remembers most, although there must have been some. Instead, his sharpest memories are of the works of Jules Verne, Robert Louis Stevenson (what six-year- old boy wouldn’t want to meet a real pirate like Long John Silver?), Robert Heinlein, Louis Carroll, Edgar Allan Poe, Ernest Hemingway (age seven, devouring The Old Man And The Sea), and many others. Nothing school presented could hold a candle to those storytellers. Bob credits whatever skill he has as a writer to those experiences and those examples absorbed as if by osmosis. One more favorite, this, from Bob Dylan: “he not busy being born is busy dying.” His recently published poetry collection, The Comment Poems is available at Lulu in paperback and eBook formats.

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Meet Darker Objects Collaborator Georgianna Grentzenberg


Georgianna Grentzenberg, ‘The Wages of War’, Darker Objects

Georgianna Grentzenberg has been active in the arts in the Philadelphia area for over 40 years. She attended the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts from 1978-1982. She has shown in many juried, and one-person exhibitions. Her primary work takes the form of fantastical visions and gardens done in ink and colored pencil.