This passage from my memoir "Cult Child" discusses a near-death experience I had when I was five years old.
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Nighttime Haunts the Muscles
Don’t store the detritus in your body. It will mire down your feet.
A Road-Trip To Somewhere No One Has Ever Been
Losing my brother crippled me. I laid my body beside his and sang to him about the goddesses as he passed away. I felt like a piece of me shattered with that loss.
Where Is Nowhere?
Where is nowhere? On the edge of sanity, where all the color and magic resides?
Survivor Voices: Jenni Z
I imagine cutting off contact with him probably made him treat my mother worse. I’m sure he took his anger out on her.
The Tightest Bud
This world is not for the Otherkin to be coupled with Humans.
Underneath
Displaced energy you disrupt the synergy of life with your anger and separated strife.
The Current Tide
Thinking of home I am a Universal vagabond with my heart strapped on
Un-Acknowledged
In the hovering bowels of mysticism where the cynics hang their hats, she waits to be acknowledged.
She Cannot Watch
She cannot watch this world with its lack of concern.
Why Did You Just Kill Me?
His eyes even seem to gleam. I can't break my gaze from his beautiful face. He is mesmerizing.












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