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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 75 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 312 min read
XXIII. To Old Friends, Part II: Love, Let Go.
A bouquet split in half. A bee whispers at the edge of goodbye. Petals fall into dinner, and still, she leaves gently, like something wild remembering how to bloom.
Charlene Iris
Jul 293 min read
XXI. I Am Not What You See.
To be watched is not the same as being seen.
A piece about visibility, misunderstanding, and the deliberate rebellion of withholding yourself.
Charlene Iris
Jul 233 min read
XIX. Things I Don't Understand: "Keys"(Part II).
I’ve never quite understood keys.
Or how something so small can decide if you’re allowed back in.
In "Keys", part of the "Things I Don’t Understand" series, I try to unlock a door.
The door has thoughts.
The key has memory.
And apparently, I have something to answer for.
Charlene Iris
Jul 124 min read
XIII. The Labour Tree.
“My labor tree has yet to flower, but grows taller, likes to mock me.”
A poem about patient hope and tending without proof.
Charlene Iris
Jun 303 min read
VIII. World’s Okayest Prophet.
Between obscurity and brilliance lies a quiet tension: a standoff between doubt and reverence. This piece explores the messy, human grind behind genius, one voice note about pigeons at a time.
Charlene Iris
Apr 103 min read
III. Working the Loop.
A restless loop of almosts and stills: the raw pulse of becoming
Charlene Iris
Apr 21 min read
II. Redefining Success.
A post about redefining success. Trading the pursuit of approval for quiet fulfillment, presence over performance, and being enough.
Charlene Iris
Mar 303 min read
Musings
Wander through the dusk-lit rooms of SomEpiphany.
A quiet archive: the tender, the tangled, the mildly ridiculous—fragments of life that insisted on being remembered.
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