phenomenology

  • Mind Travel

    Try on Transgressive Identities from the safety of the page: What’s it like to dive deeply into compulsion, be buried beneath your passions, elucidate the ephemeral side of love addiction? Like Oxygen Suzanne Lea Read Ride into a chemically induced romance on the back of a motorcycle. 100 Words / 12 / Hits / Gravity,

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  • Limit Experience Poetry

    Shan Lyu Christie Chandler Stahl Craig Matsu-Pissot Suzanne Lea Gina Moriarty Heather Weisfield Thomas Penn Johnson Nancy Meyer Erin Jamieson

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  • Clear.

    My recent skin diagnosis could be summed up like this: “Hey, 70s girl who spent hours soaking up the sun, competing to be the ‘darkest tanned’ in high school – you’re incredibly fortunate. That spot on your shoulder was serious (an L2 concern), but thankfully not the most severe kind (L3), and you fortunately got

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  • Little Rituals

    Some mornings I go out as the sun is lighting up the pavement on the runway, sip my hot tea, and let the metaphor of take-off fuel my imagination. The faint outline of potential stretches over the next several hours opening doors to figurative realms. Many will remain uninhabited but a few will beckon with

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  • The Phenomenology of Writing

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  • MinisculEpics

    Realm 1 coming soon

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  • Ouroboric: Tailing the Year as Limit Experience

    Looking back on 2024, one of my dreams came true; it was a colossal one for me. I’d been incubating a dream that emerged when I was six years old. In my twenties it had come to fruition, then been overtaken by my soul’s desire to become a mother. Over this past summer the vision

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  • just us

    the further along i get in my own story i realize i am less and less the author.

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  • Peaking into Fate

    This year with the ghoulish holiday’s arrival, I spent several hours talking to a male friend about the libidinal shadow side of our lives. He was quizzing me about the complexities of the feminine and I was enthralled to be in the company of masculine loquaciousness at its most transparent. Nearing dusk, I feel a

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Auguste Hill