WendyOur Family
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wendythedruidWe are a family of publications.
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Miranda the Poet - https://twp.ai/9OWkm8 - #Poetic, #Iambic, and #Lyrical
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Crinix
Writings of a Feral Goddess & Free SpiritThe Primal Scream
Raw. Volatile. Possessed. A sound ripping from my throat like something ancient trying to escape my body. The throat chakra opening in chaos, begging for release, for help, for silence….. 🔗 to read on.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/05/08/the-primal-scream/
Somewhere Between Midnight and Three, They Call to Me
Somewhere between midnight and three, while the rest of the world sleeps peacefully beside the living, I sit awake with the forgotten— letting the dead speak through me one poem at a time. Click the 🔗 to read on.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/05/07/somewhere-between-midnight-and-three-they-call-to-me/
Ricard Ramon [film_photo]Extensio ut actus poeticus. https://flic.kr/p/#ShootFilm #filmisnotdead #35mmFilm #FilmPhotography #Photography #AnalogPhotography
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#leicar6 #leicaR #mediterranean #ilford3200 #ilfordfilm
#poetic
Where She Let Go
I imagine you as you were— towering, sovereign, unafraid— your branches speaking in wind-tongue, your leaves whispering secrets to the sky. Click the 🔗 to read on…https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/05/03/where-she-let-go/
Almost Hell: The Slow Cruelty of Remaining
We are prisoners of our own minds— architects of cells that breathe with us, brick by trembling brick, sealed from the inside… and listening. Read more 🔗https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/05/03/almost-hell-the-slow-cruelty-of-remaining/
MartinThe Watchers: A Rite Becoming
The trees bent inward, their limbs draped in long, trailing veils, like mourners who had forgotten how to leave. Stone markers rose from the earth in uneven rows, some proud, some sinking, all whispering in a language older than memory.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/30/the-watchers-a-rite-becoming/
