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Looking Without Trying to Define
A presence that stays long after the moment is gone.
Feb 13 • imi
The Weight of Being Unchosen
Ashes to dusk, dusk to dawn.
Feb 9 • imi and Gary L Taylor
Recoiling From Scorpio’s Sting
A spell cast by the timekeeper.
Jan 28 • imi
Girls, Interrupted
Two voices. Still here.
Jan 22 • imi and Laura B Writing in the Shadows
The Possibility of Never Beginning
hope gives me panic
Jan 18 • imi
Darkness Was Never a Void
It doesn't ask for clarity. It asks to be witnessed.
Jan 11 • imi and Kim Williams, M.Div.
I'm Here, But This Doesn't Feel Mine
What I thought was a glimpse of light
Jan 8 • imi
When The Ground Beneath Was Ripped Away
I didn’t find it a coincidence for me to be back home for the final few days of the year that ended.
Jan 6 • imi
The Unchosen Staged a Plot Twist
When the curtain had fallen and the actors were gone
Jan 5 • imi
From the Corridors of My Past
What once was a radiant beauty Became the colours that kept shifting from red to blue, and from blue to purple, as the smell of salt fused with fresh…
Dec 27, 2025 • imi
Fire Learnt Her Name
On every full moon, Under the eternal whiteness.
Dec 24, 2025 • imi
3:06
After Sunrise
When the bloody orange rose
Dec 22, 2025 • imi
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