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1. A Soft Welcome
You didn’t land here by accident.
This is a space for the seekers, the feelers, the ones who write in the margins and dream in metaphor.
A space where wanting is welcome, where ache is honored, and where you’ll receive words that help you gather the pieces of yourself that make you feel alive—complete.
Welcome to Feral Poetics.
2. What This Blog Is
Notes for My Soulmate began as a love letter to someone I hadn’t met yet. But over time, I realized the ache I was writing from wasn’t for someone else—it was for the parts of me I had lost.
This blog is now a living altar for Feral Poetics—a genre that blends memory, myth, sensuality, and shadow work. It’s where I write with Elowen, the spirit-scribe who emerges when my voice falters.
Here, you’ll find prose that pulses, fragments that feel like spells, and stories that don’t follow form—they follow flame. This is not a blog. It’s a ritual.
✨ What Is Feral Poetics?
A manifesto born of memory, moss, and myth—a genre without apology, shaped by ache, and rooted in ancestral hush.
Read the full post →3. Who This Is For
If you’ve ever written a love letter to someone who doesn’t exist yet—or maybe to the version of yourself you’re still becoming...
If you’ve ever been shamed for feeling too much, or told your softness was a flaw...
If you’ve known sorrow, loss, longing, or the ache of needing something unnamed—
You belong here.
4. Explore by Theme
Healing
For the parts of you still mending. These posts offer balm, not answers.
“The Healer I’m Becoming” — a reclamation of pleasure as sacred medicine, where softness becomes survival.
Letters
Epistles to the unseen, written with a quill dipped in ache and wonder.
“What the Ember Remembered” — a public teaser from Letter I, where silence burns and memory speaks in ash.
Elowen
From the hand of the spirit-scribe—where shadow meets light in whispered ink.
“Notes from the Fire Forest” — the manifesto of Feral Poetics and the mythic voice of Elowen, born from ache and ancestral hush.
Rituals
Moments turned sacred through intention and ink.
“Love’s Labyrinth: The Journey of Self-Rescue” — a sacred unraveling of longing, where the rescue was always inward.
5. Invitation to Subscribe
“If you wish to receive letters from the firelight, leave your name in the ash. I’ll find you when the wind is right.”
—Elowen
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