Tag: poets
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Unveiling the Mystique through Studio Zuhno: Journey to Launching My Game Studio, Printing House, & Etsy Shop
Welcome to Studio Zuhno! My new shop featuring limited prints of exclusive artwork from my career in Illustration and Game Design, Poetry, Writing, Found Objects,and more. Embark on a captivating journey with Studio Zuhno, where art, poetry, and archaeological treasures converge. Explore limited print art, engage in indie game design, dive into poetic realms, and…
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“Soulbound Symphony: Excerpts from the Bohemian Chronicles.” Stories, Poems, and Confessions of Alexander Bacchus
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in Confession, creativewriting, fairytale, fiction, flash fiction, Flash Poem, Flash Poetry, folklore, folkloresque, folklorist, literary fiction, literary nonfiction, memoir, Poem, poet, Poetry, romance, romani, Shakespeare, Story time, storytelling, stream-of-consciousness, the writers life, writingStep into a bohemian monastery in Romania, where destiny led me to uncover the Bacchus Collection—a treasury of poems, essays, and diary entries that immortalize the love of Alexander Bacchus and Shea. Join me as their translator, as we traverse the realms of love, artistry, and the timeless connection between these enigmatic souls. #TranslatorTales #TimelessRomance…
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Eulogy
I lost someone close to me last week. One of my parents, to tell you the truth. And while they weren’t exactly a birth parent, they practically raised me. Some of my earliest memories are of escaping my childhood home through the back window, down the juniper tree, up Sir Gillingham Street, and to their…
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Poem: Rambling Without Destination, or Paradise Lost (Patron Content)
I bit into an anchovy. Brine dissolved across my tongue. Salt and sea marrying into the myriad effervescence of it all. The wine settling deep within my belly, then rising, awakening the uninhibited within. I raised my head back and sucked at the sharp edged mother of pearl
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AN INVITATION TO A BRAVE SPACE
Together we will create brave spaceBecause there is no such thing as a “safe space”We exist in the real worldWe all carry scars and we have all caused wounds.In this spaceWe seek to turn down the volume of the outside world.We amplify voices that fight to be heard elsewhere,We call each other to more truth…
