Writers Who Didn’t Make It Out Alive.
A fever-dream encounter with a goddess who dismantles you to set you free.
What I’ve learned about managing your own fight when the diagnosis says you won’t make it.
How to take the worst life throws at you, grind it into pulp, and raise a glass like a champion.
A poem scraped from the edge. About falling, freedom, and the scars we wear like medals.
Anarcho-syndicalism could’ve saved us. But we’re too selfish, too scared, and too far gone.
A poem for the messengers that crawl in when no one else can reach you.
Ketosis, fasting, RSO, and the protocol that’s rebuilding me from the inside out.
After cancer, I’m not sticking around to save a country that doesn’t want saving. I’m chasing life, not permission.