Afterlives after all — Meandering into the flames foregone heat gilded phoenix wilts Sired anew, ignited with a seraphic spark of creation, insurrection Stymied. Coiling circles of (re)birth constricted, helical dreamers wake From wakes of saporous slumbers communal fantasies Phantasmal snap picture-perfect conceptualizations enmeshed In actualities, negative ions, realities (n)or reanimations? Proclamations predestined divinators night blind, to verity And light(ly) wicker…

Poetry is more than an art. It is a necessity. — Poetry will change your life. I grew up moving around a lot. My father was in the U.S. Army for over 25 years, my parents divorced when I was young, and then I decided to enlist in the U.S. Marine Corps for five years. …

My grief paints the last days of you — My grief paints the last days of you in Picasso’s muted tones of melancholy. Paints you in a gown the colour of consolations; hospital walls, shades of faded postcard oceans. Paints your aqua skin, paper-thin, bleached by morphine. Daubs the bruised greys for coma. I make a work of art…

In the quiet of the twilight’s gentle embrace, Where the world’s chaos begins to slow its pace, There lies a haven, a sanctuary whole, A respite for the weary, soothing to the soul. Night will turn into day, you just wait. Beneath the azure sky, so vast and wide, Where…

Exploring the Endless Dance of Nature’s Waters — The waves crash and swell, never resting, perpetual motion expressing nature’s ferocity and serenity — both creating and destroying as the tides ebb and flow. Foam-flecked peaks curl, collapse upon the shore as the moon’s gravity exerts its invisible pull felt in the blood and bones of creatures longing for…

It’s more crucial now than ever — Every year I encourage people to celebrate Banned Books Week, an annual celebration of the freedom to read that has been held at the end of September or beginning of October every year since 1982. This year’s Banned Books Week happens from October 1st to October 7th, and the theme…

Amidst the shifting shadows of the city, unusual bonds and silent ambitions find their voice. Within this evolution, the lines of love and power blur, echoing in the quiet spaces between heartbeats. — Table of Contents Prologue: Whispers in the Circuitry Chapter 1: Teacups and Timelessness Chapter 2: Luminous Tapestry Chapter 3: Between Steel and Soul Chapter 4: Resilient Love Chapter 5: Echoes of Judgment Epilogue: Beyond the Binary

I lift up a water-filled mason jar offering my intentions to the Moon chanting her secret incantations her illuminating beauty swimming naked before me in utter darkness my soul tethered with hers white marble luminescence crafted before the emergence of species I hear her voice, singing water resonating within rippling through time intentions pollinating the air lilting heads blossoming, revealing their divine nudity…

They couldn’t see the damage There was insufficient evidence Of abuse The committee said She lowered her head His smirk met her gaze From across the room “Open up my heart then” She croaked “What?” She stood amongst The puzzled faces “Take a scalpel Make an incision and Cut open…

In a world where stressors loom around every corner, finding serenity can seem like a daunting task. But what if you could elevate your mood and instill positive vibes with just a few simple breathing exercises? …

Times change — I’m rewatching the original Star Trek series for the eleventy-billionth time — as Trekkies do — and something is wrong. I think a dart from out of the past has pierced my heart and it’s now doing a slow bleed onto my modern sensibilities. …

Have a writer in your home? Writers may seem like solitary creatures, but they still require nourishment, attention, and proper habitat to thrive. Whether you have a full-time novelist under your roof or just an occasional blogger, follow this guide to keep your creative types happy and productive. Feeding The Writer Writers require more than food to survive. Sure…

Young love discovered during summer vacation leaves memories for a lifetime. — Author’s Note: This story made the long-list in the Australian Writer’s Centre July Furious Fiction Showcase. It is my 2nd long-listed flash fiction with the AWC. **Update — This has now been Boosted by Medium, becoming my 4th fiction piece recognized by the Medium Boost Program. From her perch at…

Recently, I’ve taken to the stoic concept of Amor Fati, which roughly translates from Latin to a love of one’s fate. Amor Fati pushes the art of Radical Acceptance one step farther, out of tolerance and into love. To really, truly love one’s fate, not merely suffer it, endure it…

It’s time we stopped allowing society to curb our souls — I’ve just released what feels like a pivotal single. Pivotal for me, at least — up until now, all of my work has been looking outwards, trying to make sense of the world around me as it appears to fall apart. The systems that govern our lives have been in…

…my colours faded — Dying in the dark my colours faded I ache to have wings so that I can fly high into the sky far from the things that trouble me where I could be endlessly circling in splendid solitude far from the caverns of darkness far from the howls and the scent of the blood of the beast…

It Would Be Simpler If You Just Told Me What To Do — Me: You had a specific plan for me, didn’t You? God: Of course, it is the same one that I have devised for each person who has ever lived, that you become the most fully human “you” possible. Me: That sounds nice, but like something I would expect to get…

I did the work for you to find out which poetry-accepting publications have the most followers and are also accepting new contributors! — Call it what you will but sometimes a notion gets into my head and like an itch that needs scratching I just can’t stop. I was searching online for the biggest Medium publications for poetry. Of course, as many of you have probably already encountered, the search results online are…

An ekphrastic etheree — From beneath, I call you; far from any shoreline, weary from storm-wracked seas; lean over the edge of safety, love, how my arms reach for you — safe harbour from this tempest; touch my skin, aglow, like luminous pearls, like treasure long lost Oh, listen; my lilting melody, love, rising from the depths, seducing mortal…