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Vanitas: poems of love & mortality

"the darkness is coming, / please, how can i escape — / a voice with no soul whispers / call it by name,"

Friends, I have some enormously exciting news for you today! For the past few weeks, I have been working hard on a project in collaboration with a group of my dearest friends: an anthology of poems on love & death & beauty as terror.

I’m to tell you that after weeks of work: the project is out now!

It is anthology of poetry written by myself and nine others, centred around the theme of vanitas: an art style popular in the Netherlands that examines death as an inevitability, and the pursuit of human achievements as rather trivial in the face of all that the universe holds. It is truly a fascinating theme to work with—especially for a soul like my own, so immersed in the beauty of smaller wonders. To look back and weave both coldness and comfort into the idea that all of this will mean nothing in the end is a challenge I had such a beautiful time tackling.

I hope I have not disappointed. And I know that the other poets have spun words that made me tremble in my own smallness.

You may pick up the collection for free—including a never-before-seen piece written by myself, entitled “Reaper”right here.

If we cannot live forever, at least the poetry will remain still, if only to bring us back, if only to guide us home. If our actions are trivial in the end, at least the darkness holds the words we found comfort in when the light turned blinding. Beauty exists as much in death as in wanting.

This is the spirit of vanitas. This is the legacy we are leaving behind. 

(p.s. these lovely projects are made possible by the ones who support the magic of my creations. if you have the means & the will, please take the time to support me on patreon. this is the way i am able to bring such light to you.)

Snapshots | April 5th

Many long nights lately. I am on new medication—my old antidepressants have not been working, so the doctor prescribed another sort—and insomnia as a side effect has hit me hard. Upside: restless poetry sessions, penned with only the stars for company. Downside: drooping eyelids in classes the next day. And so far no signs of great improvement, depression-wise. Still: I hold out hope, as always. I am sure there are brighter days on the horizon.

And many beautiful things that have happened since I last shared life updates with you: most notably, I have been published in two of my favourite journals of ever, The Rising Phoenix Review and Hypertrophic Literary. These are rather belated announcements, but I assure you, most definitely no less excited: my pieces “Cherry Blossoms” (on spring & girls loving girls) and “The Wolf Pack Welcomes November” (on anxiety & winter winds) are published in these gorgeous volumes. Do give them a look, loves. You will find such enchantment tucked inside.

And—last announcement, I promise!—another luminous piece of news: I was lucky enough to be the recipient of a national gold medal in the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards, for the third year in a row. I am absolutely blown away to be honoured once more, especially alongside so many other talented young writers. While the past two years have been for poetry, this year one of my fantasy pieces was chosen: How to Talk to Imaginary Things. It was an older piece which I revamped for the awards, and I am so very delighted to hear that it paid off. Will be sharing the refurbished piece with my Patreon lovelies soon.

Other than these wondrous things, mainly I have been hard at work studying for AP mock exams. I am taking AP classes for the first time this year, and so I must admit I am slightly (read: immensely) nervous; good vibes would be so appreciated. School ends in a few short months, and I am clinging on by my fingernails until it is over at last!

And how have you been going lately? To my fellow writers, is Camp NaNo treating you well, if you have chosen to undertake it? Do share with me; I would so love to hear about how things have been in your part of the universe. xx