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Oooo... 💡! So what if Orym (sweet guilt ridden, depressed baby boi 🥺) doesn't want to release any personal info of himself or anyone bc just as Deni$e said she doesn't trust them enough to spill anything and she knows about the Nameless Ones and has seen the wanted posters how can he put his trust in someone he just met with any info regarding anyone else he cares( hence why he probably didn't ask if anyone was with Dariax bc she only mentioned seeing Dariax before poofing) he didn't want to put anyone else in the spotlight just in case she could use anything he tells her against him and possibly put them in danger. We don't know who she works with. Bc as we know the Nameless Ones kill ANYONE who doesn't join them (EXU Kymal the fire teifling teen mentioned the Nameless Ones blocking people from leaving Kymal or outside the casino and threatening people to join or die and mentioned that a lot of people were killed asap and he was one to join) for all we know they did the same to her and she chooses to join
It's just a guess though 😅
Hundreds of miles away in Kymal, one of the moving guys just got murdered for dropping the framed picture of Fearne that Poska keeps on her desk.
You are loved
i have to start this by saying i had such a conflicting bundle of responses that i wasn’t sure what to say
first--thank you, thank you, thank you, it is wonderful and kind of you to send something like this, especially if all you may know of me is that i something that might be part of my life up here every day for people to see. especially considering the last poem literally contained the line “nothing there to tell me i was loved.” if that’s what this is in response to (if it’s just random kindness that’s also wonderful!) then that’s particularly lovely, and i appreciate it.
but at the same time, it makes me feel dishonest. sometimes my poems are scraped out of my heart, or something direct from the day. i believe in honest poetry. i’ve posted some of the most serious and biographical poems i’ve ever written these last few weeks, and this might have been something i needed to hear. but when i was writing today’s poem, it wasn’t for anyone in particular. it wasn’t an experience i’d had that day. it wasn’t something i was consciously drawing on.
i write to a lot of people in these poems. many of them don’t exist yet. or i don’t know them yet.
i try to remember this, what you have said. i do have people to tell me, outside of cyberspace, who have seen me in low moments and high ones and curled up in tiny balls and bursting into fire. and today i wasn’t feeling particularly low or bad. many good things happened. i smiled. i laughed. i was useful, which brings me comfort and security.
but then again, after all of that, i sat down. and i wrote about waking up alone and sorrowful and sad.
and if you read this blog, even on an irregular basis, you’ve read things about me that i don’t speak of. that i don’t wear anywhere except on a private corner of the internet. for all i know, you’re someone i talk to often, and sending this message is a way of categorizing. for all i know, we’ve never spoken before, but something has happened lately to make you worry enough to send this.
this is a long way of saying that i didn’t mean to make you worried, whoever you are. but i am grateful for your kindness. and i’m trying to learn to be grateful for worry. for caring.
thanks.
Storm #7, 2015, by Greg Pak, Al Barrionuevo and Tom Palmer. This senator appears in, I believe, four consecutive issues of Storm, and is never given a name beyond "the senator." Very odd.
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I miss your poems. Why did they classify your blog as explicit? Is there anything i can do? Will i even be able to see if you respond to this?
To answer in reverse order: I don’t know, but here’s hoping! let’s see.
there is something you can do! i have a wordpress now! it’s also spondee-soliloquy. i’m posting there, same as i always was.
I don’t know. I really and honestly don’t know. it was marked as explicit for months before the official 17th Purge. I sent a couple of tickets, but it never got straightened out.
thank you so much for this message. it was good to see.
I’m answering this ask as a screenshot because I love it very much and I really want to be able to save it. I’m so glad you like my work, and that it could bring you or anyone comfort, and I’m so very grateful you let me know. This is probably one of my favorite pieces of feedback I’ve ever gotten from anyone. I always try to be very honest with the poetry I write, and it delights and gratifies me to know that it comes through.
I also want to thank you for being honest, because boy howdy am I familiar with uncooperative brains.
It’s fine if you don’t “like” everything! I tend to post between 10 and 12 PM Eastern Standard Time on average, so I can promise that it’s not just you. I post inconveniently for everyone. More to the point, while I do like seeing evidence that people are reading my stuff, you’re under no obligation to respond to it. I’m just happy it’s being read.
Thank you again for this wonderful, meaningful ask.