Personal

sunday mornings

i notice the smell of coffee before i even open my eyes.

the light is pouring in through the slats of the blinds and i hear you humming in the kitchen.

i roll out of bed and walk up behind you.

i wrap my arms around your waist and press my face into the small of your bare back.

you feel like home.

you chuckle and whisper “good morning” as you spin around to hand me a warm mug.

there’s lowfi music playing gently from our speakers as i cross the room to the sofa.

as i set my cup down you spin me back around.

“i’m too sleepy” i grumble almost incoherently

“dance with me” you pull me in a soft embrace and lead me in a dance. it’s more of a gentle sway in our tiny kitchen area but it feels magickal nonetheless.

i share with you the experiences i had in my dreams the night before as you grumpily glare at the clues to your crossword.

we start breakfast together, and almost burn the biscuits, but my homemade gravy really pulls it all together; at least that’s what you tell me.

it’s in these little moments,

wrapped up in a million tiny touches and stares,

that i get so lost in the idea of us.

you and me and our tiny home and our tiny family

this has become my happiest place

— sunday mornings

creative writing, Personal, poetry

#mmtpoetry365 — 10/365

i lost track of the days

and then the nights started to blend into one another

i missed you

you were gone for so long

and i was lost without you

but i have faith in you and i know you’ll stick around this time

i won’t push you away anymore

i won’t shrink you down to feel less than you’re worth

i really, truly do love you

and everything that you’ve done for me

unconditionally from here in out

bless this home we’ve made for ourselves

— love notes to my damn self

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#mmtpoetry365 — 3/365

in the dark

i hear the call

to take my leave

as nighttime crawls

to greet the moon

with all her stars

i sit and listen

bathed in awe

i must go now

they beseech me still

but where will i land?

i ask the wind

and she waves on

brisk and light

leaving me in

another sleepless night

but i trudge on

for her i trust

to meet me home

each dawn and dusk

i follow the sound

that echoes through

my mind and soul

bathed anew

i see a glimmer

a stream of light

it’s coming to an end

this dreary night

i wrap myself

in a gentle hug

a needed embrace

for the one i love

the most in this world

i’ve found myself here

in the sunrise each morning

i hold myself dear

creative writing, Personal, poetry

#mmtpoetry365 — 2/365

i peeled my eyes awake; flinching at the light. i could feel my entire expression contort into a grimace as i realized i had to face another day. not alone, but lonely — hollow in my surroundings. i could hear the silence. listening to the floor creak beneath me or the drone of the fridge or the hum of the lights overhead. this isn’t where i wanted to be. lost, again? i don’t know where to go anymore; or what to do. but i know i’m still looking for home.

i peeled my eyes awake; flinching at the light. i could feel my entire expression contort into a grimace as i realized i had to face another day. not alone, but lonely — hollow in my surroundings. i could hear the silence. listening to the floor creak beneath me or the drone of the fridge or the hum of the lights overhead. this isn’t where i wanted to be. lost, again? i don’t know where to go anymore; or what to do. but i know i’m still looking for home.

creative writing, Personal, poetry

#mmtpoetry365 — 1/365

floating in the air –

drifting, hovering, suspended in the air –

i saw myself there.

and i gazed at my surroundings,

saw lifetimes in all directions,

and took in this new scenery .

what was i doing here? how did i get here?

what were the choices

and actions

and consequences that led me here,

to this moment of

drifting and gliding through a sea of pastel hues.

i needed to land.

needed the land

beneath my feet to dig and claw and

root into the earth.

i needed to grow.

i need to heal.

but i was here;

floating in mid air.

and it was uncomfortably beautiful,

the landscapes i was taking in

as i spiraled in the air.

but it wasn’t quite right.

like a spot the difference picture test

but i only had one image and everything about it felt off.

am i falling or am i flying?

where am i?

where am i?

where am i?

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healing through art

hi theydies and gentlethems i hope your week is going well! today i’d like to talk about something near and dear to my heart — healing through art 🌱🖤

so as some of you may know i just published issue one of my new zine The Home Brew! it aims to be a collective, a creative cauldron of ideas, for those living in the shadows.

the whole point of The Home Brew is to give us all a place to heal through our creative soul work! and i want to chat a little bit about that today.

art therapy is the first thing that ever clicked for me. learning to express myself through these new and creative ways gave me room to really examine my feelings and what i was going through. it gave me a place to cope and heal in a healthy, productive way.

it was messy.

i think it always will be because in general i’m just a messy person

but it was fun and it was healing and it was cathartic and it was restorative.

when i first moved into my grandmas house back when i was 19 the walls of my room were bare and empty.

i felt hallow there.

and i first i was tentative to put something that i made on my walls because i didn’t think it would be ~aesthetically pleasing~ but damn. decorating my space with my art was the best move i ever made

personal paintings and mixed media collages and just so many different types of creative expression! it gave me room to FEEL!

and that’s what i so desperately needed at the time. room to feel and process in a healthy, not-so-destructive, way.

and that’s what i hope The Home Brew can be now.

a place for indie artists to plant their first thoughts and rough drafts.

the first notes of a song. a sketch done in the corner of napkin.

a little place to feel out our emotions and share them with others.

a safe space for creatives of all kinds

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Issue One is Ready to EDIT

next week is all about editing The Home Brew issue one! if you have any last minute submissions GET THEM IN

i’m so STOKED to be sharing this with you all!

i’ll be back to regular book chats next week (i’m ready a beautiful poetry collection right now!) and i’m gonna RANT about modern poetry so stay tuned!

mmt

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the home brew – submissions OPEN

what is UP theydies and gentlethems? i hope you’re all having a lovely week.

usually today i’d do a ~cozy post~ but i’m interrupting our usual programming for an announcement from The Home Brew

SUBMISSIONS FOR ISSUE ONE CLOSE ON SEPTEMBER 22.

(submissions are ABSOLUTELY still welcome but they will be pushed back to the second issue!)

i have received some of the most beautiful pieces of art i have ever seen, i absolutely love this. i am so excited to be able to create a community of rad human artists and creatives and give us a space to GROW as artists and as people! thank you for sharing your soul work with me!

“a monthly literary and art publication coming soon to a browser near you (and maybe even as a physical zine!)

The Home Brew is here to be creative cauldron of ideas. a place where the voices of those in the shadows can come together and meld into something magical.

i’m hoping to discuss topics such as:

spirituality

mental health awareness

LGBTQ+ lifestyle

cozy witchcraft

modern poetry

mixed media/digital art

photography

and whatever else we can come up with together”

all mediums are welcome! the submissions info is as follows:

• email me: freelovingwitch@gmail.com

in the email – use the subject SUBMISSION – and include the following:

• who are you? (name, pronouns, passions, whatever you’d like everyone to know about you)

• what are you submitting? (is it a song? a poetry collection? a website? an entire soundcloud account/album? let me know) describe it!

• what’s your creative process like?

• what would you like to say about what you’re submitting

• links to promote you (blog, twitter handle, insta name, etc)

• something that makes you YOU! what is your passions what is your purpose what pushes you to create!

attach any links or files you’d like to be reviewed and anything else you’d like me to know.

let’s cultivate a space for art together 🌻

mmt

creative writing, Personal, soft and powerful

poetry as meditation

welcome, theydies and gentlethems, to another beautiful beginning of another beautiful week

today i wanted to write a little bit about mindful poetry and how this can work as mediation. so let’s dive right in:


we begin with our breathing.

3 sets of deep breaths

inhale (pause, think)

exhale all the negative thoughts and energy

rinse, repeat. rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat.

now form an image in your mind’s eye. and hold on to it as if if you can feel yourself being enveloped by it.

today we will imagine ourself as a stone at the bottom of a riverbed.

we start by describing ourselves and our surroundings.

i am cool and confident. i am steady and unmoving. i am a strong force in nature that refuses to be buried or burdened by the outer world.

the stone does not move and neither do we.

now, as we sit here, thoughts and emotions and images may rise and fall into and from our mind.

let them.

do not follow them, do not lead them, do not let them bury inside your mind’s eyes for you are the stone and you do not get carried away by the waves.

and that’s what we do.

we are the stone. we let our thoughts and feelings wash over us, maybe even shape us, but we do not get swept up in them. we do not let them carry us away. for we are steady, strong, and unmoving.

honor your feelings but do not become burdened by them.

note them; acknowledge them. say hi and honor them and where they’ve come from but do not get swept up; we are our own personal endeavor.

now, when you have settled in this rhythm, of breathing and noting and flowing, we will hold still. we will focus on one central image of peace of calmness and hold the feeling it brings up in our chest.

keep that feeling of peace and let it carry you throughout the day.

whenever you find yourself getting swept up into the current remember the stone and hold steady.

you are your own port in the storm.


“you are your own port in the storm,

your own central peace,

your own calming strength.

remind yourself of your steady growth

and flow freely into the unknown”

mmt