• Braving the Days: It Was Grace by Jordannah Elizabeth

    Braving the Days: It Was Grace by Jordannah Elizabeth

    It began, an hour ago, while I was doing everything I could not to think. I’ve been to the doctors, and when folks believed I slipped away, the psychiatrists said, you’re clairaudient. They were respectful enough to acknowledge it, so when I hear opinions, plans, love and complaints of others, I’m likely attuned. Tonight, I…

  • Braving the Days: And then there were five by Jordannah Elizabeth

    Braving the Days: And then there were five by Jordannah Elizabeth

    I am the youngest of six of my father’s children.  There was a balance that was so precise, it could cause one to think of divine alignment in precedence of considering coincidence; scientifically, there are minimal variables regarding the combination of genders (with respect to nonbinary and trans human beings). Therefore, numbers could minimize the…

  • Braving the Days – renunciation of blending, silver, copper, magnesium by Jordannah Elizabeth

    Braving the Days – renunciation of blending, silver, copper, magnesium by Jordannah Elizabeth

    The street here is narrow, modeled like the eastern marketplaces, “Chinatown in Philadelphia.” I felt as comfortable as possible; the rare walks I did take, while under the wire of a novel deadline. I could not adhere to the growing number of discontented beings who had some form of lament regarding my choices, and nature;…

  • Braving the Days: Where to Begin by Jordannah Elizabeth

    Braving the Days: Where to Begin by Jordannah Elizabeth

    The numerology of 9; I will not delve or glide down a winding road, though, the 36th year, is of some significance, and in the midst of a portion of experience. It is a portion because it has been less than 4 months following my lunar return, a birthday that equals 9, a number of…

  • Braving the Days: Blue by Jordannah Elizabeth

    Braving the Days: Blue by Jordannah Elizabeth

    It is such that no one knows, all the ticking of seconds, hours passing as if the were three at a time; nine hours, twelve, the daughters if dawn and the orbed deities who exist beyond the veil of time and the cloak of destiny. I, a soul, like any other, has seen the rejuvenation…

  • Braving the Days: One, One, Seven by Jordannah Elizabeth

    Braving the Days: One, One, Seven by Jordannah Elizabeth

    January 1, 2023 It is the first day of the 2,023 year of the marking of the evening following the stigmata that completed a story, 33 years long. I read many stories, but tales of history allow years, numbers to ascend. So, when the ancient is uttered in any fashion it has become of some…

  • Braving the Days: Numbers & the Oak Tree

    Braving the Days: Numbers & the Oak Tree

    When you’re a writer, numbers can become far off, alien entities that do not inform any facet of your daily practice. Despite this, I find myself thinking about numbers constantly. Social media creates a world of pressure and a numbers game where people vie for followers. As an editor, I read analytics to find out…

  • Braving the Days: If You’re Reading This… aka Tomorrow’s Magnum Opus pt. 1 by Jordannah Elizabeth

    Braving the Days: If You’re Reading This… aka Tomorrow’s Magnum Opus pt. 1 by Jordannah Elizabeth

    “The serpent is eating itself” – Dax Riggs I’ve been thinking about time, consciously aging and the attributes of a magnum opus.   My mind is what it is. Several concepts that don’t seem to be mutually exclusive flow and roll like waves within my psyche, creating a narrative that is unique to myself. This may…

  • “Reading List for Outsiders” by Jordannah Elizabeth

    Firstly, I should say this reading list is for readers who feel like outsiders. A wise person said, “People can make you feel like an outsider when you’re actually on the inside,” so feel free to heed as this reading list is not for to heal any wounds but to get your mind back into…

  • The Embodiment of Hyper-Reality and Healing (A Reading List) by Jordannah Elizabeth

    “…would that you could live on the fragrance of the earth, and like an air plant be sustained by the light. But since you must kill to eat, and rob the newly born of its mother’s milk to quench your thirst, let it then be an act of worship.” – Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet “The quality of…

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