Oneg In The Arctic

Joined June 2019

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A queer storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.

Co-founder of Queer Vocal Voices

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Let's Get Nasty
Take a topic, spin it around a tree Hope for the scent of pine or loose needs to merge into This catastrophe Of a poet who hates poetry
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Poets
Love Me, Vampire
Offer me vermillion-bright eyes Teeth so pearly-white they keep the howling moon up at night A desire so frightening it freezes me in your embrace
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Poets
to where the word leads
Drown poetry in ink Bleed out words like accidental splotches A pen imploding, leaking A page torn in two A writer sits unsure of the direction best taken
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Poets
To My Favorite Person
Dear Safta, Yamileth and I played your card game a few nights ago. I won. We hadn't played in a while; life tends to get in the way. You know how it is.
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Humans
If Only I Ran Faster (Con't)
To read the first part of this story click here. I was told that I would never be enough for her. A mere attendant. A maid. A commoner.
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Pride
If Only I Ran Faster. Top Story - November 2024.
The river ran backwards on the day the queen vanished. It was a feeble attempt to reverse time or at least try to see if she had tragically floated down it, yet it was useless. She was gone. And it shattered me completely.
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Fiction
Never Erased Nor Forgotten
Gaza continues To burn, to suffer, to cry But also, to live
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Poets
If Only Haikus Rebuilt Homes
my therapist said write it. let out the heavy. i weep for Gaza
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Poets
another day, another heavy heart
today, grieve again as more rights and people are erased, disposed of
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Poets
Life Under the Rubble. Content Warning.
my teddy got crushed arm tore off under rubble we're both lefties now
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Poets
My Tummy Rumbles Louder Than the Ground
if only food could fall from the sky, instead of death and destruction
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Poets
The Sky is Falling
i didn’t mean to drop dolly, shoes, umma’s hand but they said to run
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Poets