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XXXIII. A Multiplicity Disguised.
“To finish oneself is to become tedious…” A brief meditation on resisting completion and the absurd business of becoming.
Charlene Iris
Feb 166 min read
XXXII. Origami Children.
"The origami children are gone."
A father mourns what he shaped, a brother still tries to fold himself smaller, and a narrator who knows unfolding doesn’t erase the creases.
Charlene Iris
Feb 42 min read
XXXI. There Is Stoning and There Is Birding and There Is.
A recursive poem about birds, stones, and the inefficiency that might just save us. *This poem's visual structure is best read in desktop view.*
Charlene Iris
Dec 10, 20252 min read
XXX. The Overpass.
"The overpass knows its purpose:
to hold the instant taut,
a moment hung between moments
where thought crosses thought,
where the self meets the self
and one must give way."
Charlene Iris
Dec 4, 20251 min read
XXIX. A Girl, A Taxi, A City.
Always arriving, never settled, she travels the city streets in a taxi, tracing the blur of lights and lives, searching for belonging in a world that pays her no mind.
Charlene Iris
Nov 23, 20257 min read
XXVIII. COMPLIANCE IS CARE™.
Orientation transcript for new Department recruits. Circulation restricted to clearance level 3 and above. A dystopian narrative presented as a transcript.
Charlene Iris
Oct 22, 20254 min read
XXVII. Etiquette For Erasure.
“I spent the morning destroying evidence” the world mistook it for care. What else have we perfected, besides vanishing beautifully?
Charlene Iris
Oct 20, 20251 min read
XXVI. Secondhand Fun.
In a stadium of light and noise, one fig tries to learn the language of joy. A meditation on performance, alienation, and the small tragedy of trying to belong.
Charlene Iris
Oct 6, 20254 min read
XXV. The Men Who Built the Sky.
"They didn’t save me. Not in the way that word is usually meant. But they gave me back the morning. A reason to pull the blinds. To let the light in."
Charlene Iris
Aug 7, 20255 min read
XXIV. The Ethics of Play (Our Kingdom of Sugar & Sand).
For anyone who built castles from couch cushions, ruled kingdoms in glitter shoes, or heard secrets in puddles, this is for you. A call to play again with wonder in your pocket and dirt on your knees. Step into this realm where the sky is candy and the worms are wise.
Charlene Iris
Jul 31, 20252 min read
Musings
Wander through the dusk-lit rooms of SomEpiphany.
A living archive: the tender, the tangled, the mildly ridiculous. Fragments of life that insisted on being remembered.
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