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The Part That’s Mine
Come here.Don’t just stand there wanting.I want you close enough that the air between us disappears,close enough that your breath trembles against my skin.I want the heat of you pressed into mebefore your hands even move. I don’t want your careful self.I want the version of youyou don’t show to anyone.The one who looks at…
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Three Years of Shimmering Muse
Three years have passed. Two books published. And somehow, this wild, beautiful community found me and held me close through words. This little corner grew into a home. Not just for my writing, but for the people who found it and stayed. When I started this space, I had no plan and no idea where…
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She is the Art
A couple of months ago, when I quit my corporate job, I remember asking Mr. GPT a similar question that had been echoing in my chest: “Based on what you know about me, what’s a career or hobby I might enjoy that I might not expect?” I asked it half in jest, half like a…
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Autumn Beneath His Breath
Autumn doesn’t just wrap the world in gold. It crawls under my skin. Makes me ache. I feel his presence before I hear him. The slow press of his body against mine. Warm. Solid. Unyielding. His hands finding my hips. Grip! Everything else disappears. His breath skimming my neck. Slow. Wild. Hot. Then…… “Baby, you’re…
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Every word is yours
I would say I’m unlucky to be so lucky to feel this deeply. If I lost everything I possess, I would still carry what wrecked me and remade me….that wild, boundless love that defies reason yet never lets go. It doesn’t belong to me; it possesses me instead. It lives quietly outside, yet roars inside,…
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If Money Didn’t Matter?
If money didn’t matter, I know the kind of work I’d give myself to. Work that pulls at me quietly, the kind I already slip into in stolen fragments. If money didn’t matter, I wouldn’t choose stability. I’d choose aliveness. Through words, through listening, through stories. I’d choose this: writing, listening, gathering. Work that ties…
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