Tag: writers

• Zine Planning for Mail Club

  This is going to be part bibliomancy zine, part creative prompt zine, and definitely pages to look at just for fun.

  

  

  

  

  2026.05.22

• left behind: a poem

  not just debris

  from the storm

  fallen twigs and

  forgotten string

  small dwelling

  for growing

  found the ground

  from its

  sky-kissed perch

  oh, to scoop it up

  to hold this proof

  to dampen the structure

  with saltwater tears

  

  

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  2026.04.20

• Two collages and a haiku

  

  

  

  opportunistic

  robin plays bath splashing in

  puddles of fresh rain

  2026.04.12

• Angst

  I know you’re upset

  But here

  I carved a space

  In my heart

  Meet me there 

  We’ll have tea

  Not too strong 

  So we can still 

  go to bed early

  We’ll talk about the 

  meaning of 

  Our matching fingerprints

  You scribble tears on your face

  With blue crayon

  They fall, rain from your cheeks

  Splash into your cup

  Allow me to drink it for you

  It’s been long enough

  You don’t have to do this alone

  

  Episode five of the podcast Living Practice is live 💕 catch it here or find it on your favorite podcast platform.

  2026.04.09

• What remains

  Bald eagle

  circles with

  two vultures

  tending to death

  like the

  carcass of a deer

  or the

  decay of a nation

  

  2026.04.08

• water me

  threads of being 

  curl through every cell

  of this body

  arms   chest    heart

  opening like a flower

  crying nectar at the 

       sunrise

  penetration of light

  both

       pleasure and

            pain

  

  2026.04.07

• will you accept this payment

  tended the garden of this mind

  brains weren’t  extraordinary

  I cling to the title:

  gifted

  press the label onto my shirt

  hand lingers above my breast

  delusion

  the tag tied round my toe in the morgue

  it’s all I ever was…until, you know

  I wasn‘t

  plummeting grades, marks don’t matter

  blackout nights, herded by strangers

  bra stuffed with money

  and tear-stained fights

  this body became

  the sacrifice;

  payment on the altar of

  expectation

  color me surprised

  you roll your eyes

  not impressed

  tell me this

  is it enough yet?

  

  2026.04.03

• where do you see reflections of yourself?

  Feet pull me out the door

  And wind runs fingers

  through my hair

  It’s familiar:

  this soft, electric air

  between the storms

  Damp earth sinks beneath me

  I fall into lush moss

  and vibrant greens

  alive with rain

  I see myself here

  reflected back

  by tree roots

  and budding leaves

  There is family here

  in heavy water drops

  and curious bird eyes

  

  2026.04.02

• New this week

  The Tarot Diaries segment on the four of cups is now live. Swipe through the photos for previews of what I dive into 💚

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Below is my sticker design for Care Mail Club. Sign ups are $11 to receive a sticker, zine and original artwork…and sometimes extra goodies 😜 check it out on my ko-fi.

  

  The sticker shone below was from last month’s club mail. it’s available for $3 on ko-fi.

  

  2026.04.02

• I see it in the pieces and in the whole

  

  

  

  2026.03.18