Category: Liz Writes
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Workshop Wednesday: So I had a pretty big day, and then everything went sideways
The whole world is not okay, but I am. For now. In this moment. And that’s all I can ask for.
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Poem: Chirality, or, I asymmetrically create my body against genetics
Something new I’ve been noodling about how I deal with trauma.
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On poetry, or, a story of how I fell in love with myself again
I am still learning, and living, and loving, and, more often than not, coping.
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The Illusion Conundrum, Part V: Excerpt #2
He couldn’t remember a time before wind. Always, it had followed him. Through his childhood, adolescence, adulthood. The windlings were a race of people born from the very air itself, created from the swirling rage of the gods thousands of years ago.
Liz Cultivates | L.M. Fern 