This is a poem composed from linked haikus that I wrote immediately after reading several poems from young people who deal with their intolerable pain by cutting and other forms of self-harm. These broke my heart, which is where the title comes from, and I immediately penned this poem in response as it is my way of dealing with the great pain that life sometimes subjects us to, trying to give some comfort and hope to unknown colleagues in distress, knowing full well that words alone could do little or nothing to assuage their pain. But hope springs eternal.

Set in S1. What if Kat showed up when Hope was stuck in The Necromancer’s head in the darkness? Will Kat help her? If so, can she save her?

Songs from the amazing Amavikka religion and culture Fialleril made, set in the harsh desert sands of Tatooine and guarded closely by the slaves.

Fialleril can be found on Tumblr or AO3.

This is a collection of songs I’ve written, on topics such as love, rebellion, hope, pain, oppression, solidarity, desire, and more.

This is a collection of poems I wrote about the world we live in and my journey through it. I also wrote about other people and their journeys. And I wrote about the hopes and dreams I have for the world, the people, the wildness, and the future.

This is a collection of some of the poems I’ve written. The themes are about surviving this world we live in, finding love and community along the way, and fighting for justice.

This is a place for me to keep some of the poems I write. They are about many things, mostly about living in this traumatic, exploitative, and unequal world and about fighting for a world where all people can be truly together and all people can be truly free.

This is a collection of some of my poems. Poems about learning, hurting, loving, hoping, sacrificing, healing, and facing this world in all of its beauty and its horror.

Have you ever felt like your best wasn’t good enough? Or felt the weight of the world was on your shoulders?

This writing piece captures those emotions, but also the glimmer of hope amidst these thoughts.

A story about stories, about the power we give them and the power they give us.

If someone asks me how I want to die it will be in a unsolved mystery to which even the night fades in comparison

This is a book of short thriller stories.

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We've all heard the stories of how the universe was created. Mama Miria was lonely, so she created life from within herself. She gave birth to her baby, the universe, and protected it with everything she could. However, the baby was wrest away from Her by cruel hands. And the world we live in now is a cruel place. But I bear the name of the celestial Mother. I bear Her name and, despite being only twelve, I bear the squalor and the mystery all around me.