pomegranate season

𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝒶𝒹𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒

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introduction

ABOUT: alexandria. they/them. 30s. unfit for modernity.

WRITING: i write about love and devastation, transgression and the distortion of memory. literary surrealist fiction that navigates queerness, horror, and philosophy. currently working on two novellas and one novel. what happens when history arrives in the present? when memory holds what you love captive? when you were raised as the sacrificial lamb?

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any neurodivergent writers in the house? feels like I need body doubling to write anything. pomodoro style. maybe a discord server just dedicated to working on The Thing -- no long form critiques, just presence and chatting and occasional help as needed. 21+ only, most comfy around people my own age

if interested, please like and I'll create a server & send you the link

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Rainer Maria Rilke

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Concepts related to dissociation

Constance J. Dalenberg et al., The Case for the Study of "Normal" Dissociation Processes

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Dissociation is a trick the psyche plays on itself. It allows life to go on by dividing up the unbearable experience and distributing it to different compartments of the mind and body, especially the "unconscious" aspects of the mind and body. This means that the normally unified elements of consciousness (i.e., cognitive awareness, affect, sensation, imagery) are not allowed to integrate. Experience itself becomes discontinuous. Mental imagery may be split from affect, or both affect and image may be dissociated from conscious knowledge. Flashbacks of sensation seemingly disconnected from a behavioral context occur. The memory of one's life has holes in it—a full narrative history cannot be told by the person whose life has been interrupted by trauma.

Donald Kalsched, The Inner World of Trauma: Archetypal Defenses of the Spirit

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exciting news -- I'll be published in an anthology this summer. more details on the way

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It’s never a waste to love. I am so glad I got to love you.

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Amy Kierstead, The Eye of the Forest

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I believe that one can never leave home. I believe that one carries the shadows, the dreams, the fears and dragons of home under one’s skin, at the extreme corners of ones eyes and possibly in the gristle of the ear lobe.

-Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter

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spring rainstorm, open windows, birdsong, & words. reading intermezzo this afternoon and thinking.

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excerpt from my WIP "Nest"

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late-evening coffee, yann tiersen on repeat, and words. always waiting until the very last minute to hit a deadline x

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Cain, José Saramago (trans. Margaret Jull Costa)

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Eurydice by Jenny George

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