Chaia Levi

Joined January 2022

67 stories

Bio

like if Nabokov had a brain injury

artist, writer, photographer. focus on horror and nature. all original content, all made myself — no AI.

bluesky, tiktok, tumblr: @chaialevi

Stories (67)

Filter by community

Sort by (Optional)

Omer 19 - Operculum
Each knob, worn, imperfect, marking time’s passage and triumph of existence in hostility, takes away from the calcified seal
By Chaia Levi8 months ago in Poets
Omer 18 - another life
Light the candle in the morning: dawn to dawn it burns, tangible, strong, fragile just as you were. I will miss you until the next time.
By Chaia Levi9 months ago in Poets
Omer 17 - snapdragon
Questions compound as experiences expound; forgetting, as we traverse down the stalk, what we are made for, what we search for.
By Chaia Levi9 months ago in Poets
Omer 16 - New Moon Iyar
all is quiet. the moon hides and sleeps, allowing us to whisper and stretch. we take the dark to face ourselves
By Chaia Levi9 months ago in Poets
Omer 15 - wild roses three
With open maw and wider eyes, I gaze into kaleidoscopic array of wild roses before me, within me. Wild roses of magenta, white, and dusty lilac:
By Chaia Levi9 months ago in Poets
Omer 14 - the 14 winged thing
Be not afraid— 14 wings in movement: the thing which haunted prophets, sages, and poets, the tired, the sleepy, the unnerved.
By Chaia Levi9 months ago in Poets
Omer 13 - the people’s daughter
The people’s daughter, entering the new world with soot in her eyes, strained vision to find where the rivers converge, only finding the ocean before her and its waves tugging at her feet to return home to the sea calling her back. Whispers and screams carried by cycling wind to and past the veil, carrying her visions, teasing the answers in response through dreamscapes and flora, fauna, lightning strikes. The world speaks — quiet, loud, in tongues and plain language, waiting…waiting for fluency from even one person to carry conversation.
By Chaia Levi9 months ago in Poets
Omer 12 - Still here
By grace of mountains, chaotic endurance, Hebraic neuroses, pathological defiance: still, we are here. Still, I am here.
By Chaia Levi9 months ago in Poets
Omer 11 - Synaptic lunar saltation
I look on at the same moon as you, the same moon of generations past, the same moon primordial. Synapses snap and pop as the fire goes
By Chaia Levi9 months ago in Poets
Omer 10 - Syncretic Movement
Haunted by plasmic ascendents long stranger to me, surviving bottle neck and extermination, I’ve been turned ghost in the desert, mourner by the sea.
By Chaia Levi9 months ago in Poets
Omer 9 - 9th life
From the neurons’ misfire I lived many lives, now on my ninth with my final chance in seeking final facets of living.
By Chaia Levi9 months ago in Poets
Omer 8 - ouroboros trap
with flesh necrotic, in chronic habit to self-cannibalize in fevered attempt to suck out the venom not realizing, in our panic,
By Chaia Levi9 months ago in Poets

Chaia Levi

Bio

Stories .css-1svwz57-Text{display:inline-block;color:var(--text-default-mute);}(67)

Filter by community

Omer 19 - Operculum

Omer 18 - another life

Omer 17 - snapdragon

Omer 16 - New Moon Iyar

Omer 15 - wild roses three

Omer 14 - the 14 winged thing

Omer 13 - the people’s daughter

Omer 12 - Still here

Omer 11 - Synaptic lunar saltation

Omer 10 - Syncretic Movement

Omer 9 - 9th life

Omer 8 - ouroboros trap

Stories (67)