River and Celia in Underland

Joined February 2024

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Mad-hap shenanigans, scrawlings, art and stuff ;)

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Auto-Cartography. Honorable Mention in Maps of the Self Challenge.
But their words had become blood. Life. Words bruised like aubergine. Maps do not have a beginning or an end. They start where you stand. And end where you fall.
By River and Celia in Underland 4 months ago in Humans
Incubation
Sssaaah Breath, khh—hh— unfurling into sleep, fetal. Almost. The shell thickens as orange seeps through calcite
By River and Celia in Underland 4 months ago in Poets
Woman. Runner-Up in Letters to the Moon Challenge. Top Story - November 2025.
You rise indolently- half of you smiles. The other drifts behind shadow, whispering something about the darkness, or the light.
By River and Celia in Underland 4 months ago in Poets
Stillwater
Minnows float upward. Coke bottle lake slow falling - The sky plays dead well.
By River and Celia in Underland 4 months ago in Poets
Ode to the Canari. Honorable Mention in Lantern Light Challenge.
Caged wings of borrowed time, trill sweet with lungs of stone, trembling gold on the blunt edges of the crag. Incandescent, burning in forgotten song.
By River and Celia in Underland 4 months ago in Poets
A River Through Ruin. Honorable Mention in The Sonnet of Shadows Challenge.
The hours crawl beneath micromanaged skies, This toxic culture born and bottle fed. I long knew why the caged bird never sings;
By River and Celia in Underland 5 months ago in Poets
if you feed the birds in thailand. Top Story - October 2025.
If you feed the birds in Thailand a whole ecosystem erupts around your home. Bats sleep in rolled leaves of the banana tree.
By River and Celia in Underland 5 months ago in Poets
green is the loudest color
it melts away here burns through decades of plastic faces plastic emotions chain reactions of insecurity in the heat
By River and Celia in Underland 5 months ago in Poets
Autumn Landscape in Dusk.
Memory suspends - The autumnal pulse of hope, Poised in gold brush stroke.
By River and Celia in Underland 5 months ago in Poets
Autism. Not Your Diagnosis to Define.
I was born in the ’80s. I didn’t hear the word autism. But then, I didn’t hear anything about climate change, axolotls, or the retinoblastoma gene (RB1) either.
By River and Celia in Underland 7 months ago in Humans
This Land Is Not Your Land.
Once upon a time In a land faraway. The sun set on the savannahs Giving rise to a future, Free. Still unclaimed.
By River and Celia in Underland 7 months ago in Poets
Elaine. Honorable Mention in Leave the Light On Challenge. Top Story - July 2025.
The kettle hissed long before she remembered to pour it. The sound had always comforted her. It was unconventional people used to say. Technology had moved on. But she had liked the ordinariness of the steam pouring upward into the air. It slowed down the process. Made tea a ritual. It had become part of their routine. But tonight, she barely registered the familiar noise. It just didn’t belong in the silence of the night. Felt out of place somehow. She set down the cups, placing them lightly on mismatched saucers. The clink of porcelain refocused her for a moment. Breathe.
By River and Celia in Underland 7 months ago in Fiction