Curated collection of spontaneous essays, creative explorations, prompt responses, political takes, minority highlights, cultural reflectons, spirituality, indie and small business shout-outs, and more.
Waterfall Confessions is a guided reflective hiking journal designed for those who process life best with dirt on their boots and wind in their lungs. Built around immersive prompts rooted in real trail moments, this collection invites you to confront anxiety, memory, identity, forgiveness, and release while standing in front of something ancient and unmoved.
This is not a “how was your hike?” notebook.
This is a mirror made of water.
Why I Made This Collection
I hike because movement clarifies what sitting cannot.
There are things I have only been able to admit to myself while standing in front of a waterfall.
The noise gives permission.
The constant motion makes stagnation impossible.
The scale reminds me that my spirals are small in the grand scheme, even when they feel overwhelming.
Too many journals feel disconnected from lived experience. Too many prompts float in abstraction without grounding.
I created this collection because reflection hits differently when your heart rate is elevated and your breath is syncing with something wild. Mental health conversations belong outside fluorescent lighting. Some of us untangle trauma better in motion.
This journal exists at the intersection of hiking, emotional processing, and radical self honesty.
What Makes Waterfall Confessions Different
Trail grounded prompts inspired by real outdoor moments.
Questions that move beyond surface gratitude into trauma, identity, fear, surrender, and growth.
Space to document locations visited or reflected on.
Designed for hikers, wanderers, overthinkers, and anyone healing in motion.
Created by an indie poet committed to minority voices, accessibility, and community driven publishing.
This is not fluff journaling.
This is confrontation, softened by nature.
How to Use This Journal
On the trail
Bring it printed or digitally accessible on your device. Pause at waterfalls, creek crossings, or other water features. Answer what hits. Skip what doesn’t. Come back later.
After the hike
Reflect on what surfaced physically versus emotionally. What shifted between movement and stillness?
At home
Use it as a meditative return to places that grounded you. The prompts work even if you are reflecting on memory instead of current terrain.
For repeat visits
Return to the same waterfall months later. See what changed. See what didn’t.
There is no “right” way to move through it. It only asks for honesty.
Who This Is For
Hikers who journal
Journalers who need a reason to go outside
People processing anxiety, depression, trauma, or transition
Minority creatives who do not see themselves centered in traditional wellness spaces
Indie souls who prefer grassroots tools over mass market therapy aesthetics
If you have ever stood somewhere wild and thought, I can admit it here, this is yours.
Where to Buy
Waterfall Confessions: A Reflective Hiking Journal is available as a digital collection through:
Purchasing directly supports independent publishing, minority centered creative work, and future community driven projects through Poeaxtry and the Prism.
Other ways to read
Barter, review exchanges, and accessibility conversations are always welcome. Paywalls were built to be questioned. Email poeaxtry@gmail.com and ask for more information.
Water erodes stone through persistence, not force.
Healing often works the same way.
Waterfall Confessions is an invitation to let something steady move through you.
To name what you are carrying.
To release even a fragment.
To document the version of yourself that showed up that day.
This piece is the second of ten short stories. I will share these periodically across some of my platforms. Each story in this series stands alone, but together they form a broader examination of the systems that shape us. These works are released intentionally over time, allowing space for reflection rather than consumption. This series blends literary fiction with social commentary. Here I spend time focusing on lived experience, psychological impact, and the long shadow of decisions made for us. New entries will be published as they are completed.
“Moist. Crusty. Purple”
I opened my bag and retrieve, a moist yet crusty purple journal, as soon as I get to my bed. I found the decrepit thing earlier this morning, in the dew right before my morning hike, and for whatever reason it has been on my mind all day.
The following is a full and direct repeat of what I read.
If you found this, send help!
The date is January 1st 2054.
I’m sorry, I do not know the address or even the country I’m located in.
I do know the following things.
I have been underground for over a decade. Our rations are stored in numbered crates, each stamped with a date at least a decade old, yet somehow still intact. The Earth above us is solitude. It consists of a one-lane-dirt road and trees stretching for miles on end on both sides. Stay silent so you can hear the electrical activity, then you will know you’re near.
The United States Government has the ability to implant whatever thoughts they please into all of our brains. This has been planned and in the works. Silently executing moves behind the facade of American propaganda since before the first Independence Day.
If we do not form some sort of super revolutionary army, I fear life as we know it will never be the same.
Yet, sadly, we will have not a single clue. America’s king and royal family have an enormous list of thoughts they plan to effectively erase…
Say goodbye to being able to create a thought that wasn’t filtered. Free thinking they all but threw away. We cannot even fathom anti-royal family ideals, if we wished to.
I know you are afraid, but you are about to be terrified for the future of all humans worldwide, are you ready?
With this power we’d never know laws, history, anything like that could be deleted or changed. They can control and erase the very pieces that make me, and you separate, individual and unique. That’s their entire goal.
Intentions to erase everything we have gained.
Slavery will be back as if it never forcefully packed its bags.
Queer rights? Sadly, right back down the drain.
Transgender people aren’t even allowed the verbiage to admit they exist.
The natives will lose the little bits of sacred space they were left.
Sadly, people who have disabilities lose it all.
The women? Won’t be allowed bank accounts any longer. Please women, don’t try to drive your cars you legally can’t anymore.
Divorce? The thought is on the illegal list, right along with consent. They no longer exist. Birth control? You’ll never know it was a thing.
I know you probably think I am insane. I tried to convince myself I was too. That’s so much better than the truth.
My entire time here, I’ve been subjected to daily mind control testing. We are lined up and marched into narrow white rooms. Here we are screened before being released back to our quarters. Everyone underground with me goes through it. We were the ones they erased first, taken in the night without warning.
Together we compiled all these notes and formed an antidote. Thought I can’t risk writing it out in case this falls into enemy hands! I will gladly provide it to you upon my rescue!
Please come and save all of us here in the underground testing city.
The world is running out of time.
I closed the putrid journal, flipped it over in my hands, and looked at the date in the front again. 2054? It’s 2026 now, yet I can feel the truth and the weight of this situation as it reverberates.
I appreciate you all.
Thank you for reading the second story in the series. I hope the journal gave you pause, stirred thought, or echoed something within your experience. More stories will be released periodically across WordPress, Substack, Wattpad, and other platforms. These will each explore the pressures that shape us. Follow along, and check back soon to continue the series. There is more to come. If you are just tuning in, take a look at the first story; Aaron has a lot to tell you.
Comment below and tell me your thoughts about the journal. What would you do if you found it? How would you react? Consider sharing “Moist. Crunchy. Purple.” with someone you think would enjoy reading it as well.
Care for You. Because Who Else Will? is a mini digital collection exploring historical, cultural, and modern grounding practices designed to reconnect body, mind, and creative spirit. This accessible guide blends ancestral awareness, modern wellness research, and reflective exercises to help you build grounding rituals that fit your real life.
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Inside the collection you will explore:
Historical and Cultural Grounding Practices
Barefoot earth contact, tree connection, ring shout traditions, and ceremonial teachings such as sweat lodges and temazcal. Each discussed in educational context, emphasizing cultural respect, history, and meaning.
Modern Grounding Approaches
Forest bathing, mindful water rituals, breath-focused movement, sound practices, expressive creativity, and intentional grounding exercises. That are presented as adaptable daily tools supported by emerging research in stress reduction and nervous system regulation.
Reflection and Creative Integration
Guided prompts encourage readers to explore how grounding practices fit their own body, environment, and emotional rhythms. Creative exercises invite poetry, visual art, journaling, or tactile crafting as methods of integrating self-care into everyday life.
This mini collection is designed for flexible use.
You may read it digitally on any device or print it for a hands-on workbook-style experience.
Self-care has never been one-size-fits-all. It is lived, adapted, reshaped, and reclaimed. This guide exists as a companion for that process, offering grounding knowledge drawn across cultures and generations while encouraging you to build rituals that truly belong to you.
I Like to Read, You Like to Watch the Life Drain Out of a Person is a 56-poem collection. This was written between late 2024 and early 2025. The poems here confront mental health, identity, pain, resilience, and the complexities of existence. All of these are written from the perspective of a transgender man navigating life in Ohio.
Content Warnings
This collection contains references to suicidal ideation, sexual abuse, childhood trauma, emotional inability to regulate, identity struggle, internalized rage, dissociation, mental illness including borderline personality disorder, self-harm, self-erasure, PTSD, panic, and depersonalization. This work is not softened; it is shadow work in its darkest and barest form.
Why Read This Collection
These poems bleed, scream, and name what was never supposed to be spoken. This collection is for readers prepared to engage with shadow work, emotional truth, and the survival of a human being facing immense struggle. Each poem invites reflection, awareness, and empathy.
Sometimes we wait for a prince to save us… or discover we must save him ourselves. Sometimes the Prince Needs Saved is more than a collection of poem. This is a season captured in words, 69 pieces of lived emotion, written mostly in 2025. This is a book for anyone navigating love, grief, identity, or the quiet acts of becoming.
Sometimes the prince needs saved cover
Within these pages you’ll find poems that speak to the fractured and the whole, the tender and the fierce. Moments of heartbreak, moments of discovery, moments when identity is questioned and reclaimed. Each poem is a witness to a life lived, a journey felt in bones, in breath, in quiet nights.
Whether you seek reflection, understanding, or just a voice that meets you where you are, this collection opens doors to introspection, empathy, and emotional clarity. These poems are intended for readers who do not shy away from the raw edges of life, who appreciate lyrical honesty and emotional depth.
The ebook is available as a PDF download, easy to read on any device and always ready to accompany quiet moments, reflective evenings, or moments of self-care.
Carry these poems with you… let them sit in your chest, echo in your thoughts, and hold your heart when you need it most. Sometimes the Prince Needs Saved is now available for instant download. Explore, reflect, and become alongside these 69 poems of life, love, grief, and identity.
This piece is the first of ten short stories. I will share these periodically across my platforms, including WordPress, Substack, Wattpad, and other publishing spaces. Each story in this series stands alone, but together they form a broader examination of the systems that shape us. These works are released intentionally over time, allowing space for reflection rather than consumption. This series blends literary fiction with social commentary. Here I spend time focusing on lived experience, psychological impact, and the long shadow of decisions made for us. New entries will be published as they are completed.
Blurb
The story follows Aaron, who was born a healthy biological girl. Just to be immediately assigned a male identity by her parents and doctors. In this society, a child’s body is treated as a “public object” to be shaped and corrected by others. When Aaron reaches puberty, described as a “blood-red warning siren,” he is placed on hormone blockers to prevent him from developing into a woman.
Anonymous Aaron
Aaron was born on an uneventful morning. The air carried the smells of lemon disinfectant and rain-soaked Las Vegas asphalt. A healthy baby girl, the doctor would have said. He would have been pleased with the symmetry of her limbs, the steady thump of her heart, and the decibel her shriek could reach. Her mother cried, and her father laughed too loud. They chose the name Aaron respectfully. Names were not meant to make sense in this world until later in life. So Aaron, the healthy boy, was born, though boy was already a stretch.
They wrapped him in a blue blanket and told him he was perfect, at least for the time being.
The photos would later show a calm baby, eyes open, unfocused, already tuned into something deeper beyond the love in the room. Aaron would never remember the warmth of that blanket or the way hands passed him around like proof of success. What stayed, buried deep and wordless, was the first lesson of his life. His body was a public object. It would be shaped, discussed, corrected, and inevitably made into what they wanted it to be.
Puberty arrived like a blood-red warning siren.
A single pimple at first, angry and bright on his chin. Then another. Leg hair darkening, spreading in thin lines that felt illicit, something to hide. His chest stayed flat, his voice stayed level, until one red drip from between his legs met the cotton lamb chop character briefs he still wore. The signs were enough.
The nurse smiled too hard when she called Aaron’s name. His parents sat straighter.
The first dose of hormone blockers came in a white room that smelled faintly of lemon, eerily similar to the day of his birth. Aaron was told this was kindness. A pause button. A gift. A way to prevent him from becoming something unacceptable. His mother squeezed his hand and asked if he was excited. His father nodded as if excitement were mandatory, like consent was already signed.
Aaron said yes, of course.
Inside his head, there was only stillness. No sense of rescue. No feeling of alignment. Just the quiet knowledge that nothing about his body had ever felt wrong until the world began insisting that it was. He liked the way his legs carried him. He liked the way he played with makeup in secret. Likewise, he liked the softness of himself, unaltered and intact.
But liking it was dangerous, not allowed, even illegal.
He learned quickly to perform relief. To thank doctors. To rehearse lines about dysphoria he did not feel. Silence became survival. Every unspoken thought was folded smaller and smaller until it fit behind his ribs, where breasts would never be allowed to bud. The world always called Aaron, him, and he did not correct them. At first, he did not even understand the concept of not being transgender. Correcting meant punishment.
Time skipped forward the way it does when nothing belongs to you.
At seventeen, Aaron’s mother drove him to the spa where they checked in the night before his eighteenth birthday. The building was all soft lighting and stone floors. Water murmured behind the walls like something alive. It was dubbed a “wellness retreat.” Aaron was handed a robe, a schedule, and congratulations on becoming a man. He barely managed not to scoff at the final “gift”.
The bed was too clean. The sheets were tucked tight enough to trap him.
He lay awake, staring at the ceiling, listening to his breath. Tomorrow his female body would be permanently altered. Tomorrow the performance would become irreversible. He thought about the acne that never got worse, and the leg hair that never spread the way it wanted to. He thought about the mirror, about how familiar his reflection still was, and mourned how briefly he had been allowed to know the her he felt he was meant to be.
Excitement would be painted painfully on his face in the morning.
For now, horror sat quietly with him in the dark.
He pressed his hand to his chest, feeling the steady beat that had been praised at birth, never once defective, never once confused.
And in the silence of his mind, he finally admitted what he had always known.
He was cisgender.
He was a girl being forced to become a man in a world where refusing transition was the only unforgivable thing.
The anesthesiologist walked him through counting backward from one hundred.
One hundred.
Ninety-nine.
Ninety-eight.
Ninety-seven.
Aaron drifted off just as he pictured himself in a dress for the first time.
Before you leave-
Thank you for reading this first story in the series. I hope Aaron’s journey gave you pause, stirred thought, or echoed something within your experience. More stories will be released periodically across WordPress, Substack, Wattpad, and other platforms. These will each explore the pressures that shape us. Follow along, and check back soon to continue the series. There is more to come.
Comment below and tell me what you think about my first short story. How would you feel if you lived in Aaron’s world? Does this make you view body autonomy a little differently? Consider sharing with someone you think would enjoy reading my first short thriller in my upcoming free-to-read collection, “The Scars of Fitting In: A Collection of Short Psychological Thrillers.“
Ramblings of the Lost and Found is the second full-length poetry collection by Axton Mitchell. A transgender poet exploring the raw intersections of identity, grief, love, survival, and memory. Written over the span of a season in time. This 63-poem collection captures the in-betweens of life: the moments that break you, rebuild you, and leave you asking why.
Through vivid, intimate snapshots, Axton navigates relationships, trauma, mental health, queer joy, and parental loss. Each piece feels like a note from a storm or a whispered secret from a healing place. Either way, offering readers a deeply human, unflinching perspective on life’s complexities.
Content Warning:
Themes include grief, death of a parent, trauma, mental illness, identity-based experiences, and suicidal ideations.
Why You’ll Love This Collection:
Vulnerable and unfiltered exploration of life’s emotional landscapes 63 poems capturing the messy beauty of existence. Insight into the lived experience of a transgender poet, perfect for readers seeking connection, reflection, and honesty.
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Explore Because I Was Prompted, Axton’s unique poetry prompt journal. Here he blends 17 poems with the creative prompts used to create them. To inspire writers, poets, and creatives. Perfect for deepening your craft and sparking new ideas.
About This Prompt Journal
This collection was curated from Axton’s personal prompts, and others he collected across Instagram, Pinterest, and other creative spaces. Writers, poets, and creatives can use these to build ideas, create new works, or add to Axton’s pieces. Making this e-journal both a tool and a space for collaboration.
Why You’ll Love This Collection
Inspiration for Writers and Poets: Each prompt pairs with a poem to spark your imagination.
Creative Reflection: Engage with your memories, emotions, and personal stories.
Flexibility: Use prompts to create extensions of Axton’s work, entirely original pieces, or part of a future series.
Skill Building: Strengthen your creative voice through guided practice.
How to Access Because I Was Prompted
You can read or purchase this collection on multiple platforms for maximum accessibility.
If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say?
My billboard would read:
Publishing, Poetry, Paganism, and People – The Poeaxtry Prism Planet.”
Read more below to see the full story as to why…
Witchcraft and spirituality do not live in perfect aesthetics or mass-produced one size fits all spell bags. It lives where people are actually doing the work. Showing up in kitchens, backyards, workbenches, forests, streams and quiet moments where you can still feel the old world coming through.
Poeaxtry is where the people are. This brand and motto exist at the intersection of paganism, queer identity, advocacy spirituality, handmade tools, and real-world practice to name just a few. Nothing here is meant to be distant, polished, or untouchable. It’s meant to be used, held, worked with, and questioned.
This space is rooted in paganism, shaped by personal experience, and expressed through divination, ritual services, and objects made by hand with purpose.
Heathen or person from a rural person has a new meaning in recent years.
What Paganism Actually Is
Paganism is not one religion, and it has never been a single organized system. Historically and in modern practice, paganism is used to refer to a wide range of spiritual paths. These paths are usually nature-based, earth-honoring, and often inspired by pre-Christian traditions.
Modern paganism is usually experiential rather than dogmatic. People build their practice through relationship with land, seasons, ancestors, symbols, and personal intuition. There is no universal rulebook and no requirement to worship a specific deity.
That flexibility is not a flaw. It is the point.
Paganism shows up in Poeaxtry and the Prism, through intention, honoring nature, creation, ritual, divination, the way each item or service is created, and layered into digital and physical literature collections as well. My work is grounded, practical, and personal. Never performative.
Paganism and Wicca Are Not the Same Thing
This is one of the most misunderstood topics, so it matters to be clear.
Wicca is a specific religion that developed in the mid-20th century, drawing from ceremonial magic, folklore, and older pagan imagery. It has defined rituals, ethical frameworks, and religious structure.
In early Wiccan practice, this rule was often a matter of social etiquette in leu of cosmic law. If a witch did you a favor, you’d be socially tied to return it three times. Pagans argue that turning this into a karmic law or seemingly Christianity related was a later reinterpretation meant to give Wicca a structured, “acceptable” morality.
Christian Morals?
Prominent pagan people gave saidthat Gerald Gardner would invented “ancient” laws to manage coven issues and improve his PR. Non-Wiccan pagans, like myself, and some other believers in the craft feel a universal “law” where actions return exactly threefold… is an oversimplification. Some even see it as a guideline to scare “newbies” into a “non-harmful” practices. This one’s gonna make some people mad, and I’m not sorry about it. The law of three feels like an attempt to make Christians and other people who believe in Abrahamic religions less scared of them.
Paganism the Umbrella term
Just small side note on the fact that I have two identifiers that are umbrella terms, and that’s kinda cool if you think about it like I do.
Paganism is the larger umbrella. Wicca exists within, that being said paganism itself contains more layers than your favorite cake. A good amount of paths that have nothing to do with Wicca at all.
Some pagans work with deities, others don’t. Practicing Pagans magick. Seasonal, ritual or even ancestral reverence. Eclectic, and Celtic Pagans. Don’t forget Norse, Heathenry, and Hellenism. Kemeticism, an ancient Egyptian form of paganism, and Religio Romana. Yes the Roman’s had a paganism based belief system as well!
There’s Druidry, whose focused is nature, poetry, and divine inspiration (Awen), though this is typically less spell work more scholar. This isn’t the complete list.
Poeaxtry is pagan-rooted but not Wiccan. I am more of an Eclectic Pagan if I had to choose. We choose our own path, a curated list of what works for us, from (ethical, not closed) traditions. You can runes, pendulums, smudging herb sticks you dry yourself, let’s use something other than white sage please.
White Sage is native to Southern California and is sacred to the Chumash, Tongva, and Gabrieleno, indigenous tribes of that region.
Indigenous people were legally banned from practicing their own religions, this included burning sage for decades. It is very disrespectful for their very oppressors to now sell it. Then use it as a trend while the Chumash, Tongva, and Gabrieleno, tribes still struggle for land and rights.
Tell me in the comments where your practice live? The trees? A seat at your kitchen table?
Or
You could share one belief or practice you’ve reclaimed on your own terms.
Any and all engagement & community building welcome!
Tarot and Pendulum Readings
Divination is not about predicting an unchangeable future. Through time, tarot and pendulum work have been tools for reflection, clarity, and energetic awareness.
Tarot readings offered through Poeaxtry focus on helping people understand patterns, choices, and influences already present in their lives. The cards do not make decisions for anyone. They create a conversation.
Pendulum readings are simpler and more direct. They are often used for energetic checking, alignment, or focused yes-or-no questions. I have custom boards for more in-depth responses and questions. For people who want clarity without overwhelm.
These services are offered as support tools, not as definitive guides or fixes and NEVER as medical information.
Spell Jars and Spell Bags
Spell jars and spell bags are symbolic containers, holding intention, focus, and material correspondence. They do not replace personal effort or responsibility.
Each piece created at Poeaxtry by Axton is assembled intentionally, using organic herbs and natural materials whenever possible. That is handcrafted in small batches, based on vibe. They are meant to be worked with, carried, placed, or incorporated into personal ritual.
They are reminders and anchors, not promises.
Ritual Services and Spiritual Work
Rituals offered by Axton through Poeaxtry are grounded in purpose with intention. These can include personal rituals, seasonal observances, or energy-focused work designed to help people mark transitions, release stagnation, or set intention.
The goal is to create something meaningful and usable for real life.
Handmade Tools and Body Work
Hand-whittled wands are shaped by the wood itself. Grain, knots, and natural form guide the process. Each wand is made slowly and deliberately, not carved into uniform shapes. Each wand base is foraged, and whittled, and crafted by me alone.
Natural body sprays are crafted with botanical ingredients and intended for grounding, energetic refresh, or ritual use. They are not overloaded with synthetic fragrance or filler.
Organic herbal tinctures are prepared using traditional methods and plant knowledge. These are not trend products. They are rooted in respect for the plants themselves and the people who use them.
Stone Work and Found Creations
Stones are collected, cleaned, sliced, or polished using tumblers or hand tools, then transformed into something new. Some are functional. Some are symbolic. Some are simply meant to make people smile.
The Stony Homies exist for that exact reason. Spiritual work does not need to be humorless to be sincere.
Wreaths and Earth-Based Art
Crystal, bone, seasonal, vibe based wreaths and nature-based creations honor cycles, thresholds, and change. Materials are chosen with awareness of season and environment whenever possible. These pieces are not meant to last forever. Their impermanence is part of their meaning.
Why Poeaxtry Exists in Paganism
Poeaxtry exists because spirituality should be lived, not staged.
At Poeaxtry the work is handmade, imperfect, intentional, and grounded. It honors pagan roots without pretending there is only one correct way to practice. It leaves room for curiosity, humor, and personal meaning.
Poeaxtry is where the people are because that is where real magic lives.
Through tarot, ritual services, handmade tools, herbal work, stone creations, and earth-based art, Poeaxtry supports people who walk their own spiritual path without needing permission or polish.
This is living practice. Made by hand. Used by real people.
Share this with someone who’s still trying to untangle Paganism from the stereotypes.
Or
With someone who is untangling Paganism from Propaganda
Poeaxtry creations! Handmade items, digital collections, Tarot & Pendulum Readings, and more. Physical items only on Etsy! Readings only on Pay-hip/Gumroad. Digital collections on all three as well as kindle/amazon and Google!
Poeaxtry_ began as poetry, grew into ritual craft, lapidary art, and community care. All layered with me, Ax (me), at the core of every creation.
The Story Behind Poeaxtry_
Poeaxtry_ started as an idea, a name, a whisper. In 2022, my sister, my friend Dea, and I were brainstorming branding names. Just spit-balling, on snapchat what we thought would eventually be my poetry brand. I wanted a name that carried my voice, experiences, and survival. We landed on Poeaxtry_. Poetry with Ax (me) intertwined. A simple truth that has only rung more true with time.
At first, it was just supposed to be for my poetry collections. Explore themes like (but not limited to): queerness, recovery, identity, and grief. But Poeaxtry_ is stubborn, and begged for more.
From Poetry to Full Creative Practice
Now, Poeaxtry_ encompasses not only my poetry, but handmade lapidary art and rock-hounded creations. Stones I’ve tumbled, polished, sliced for lapidary, slabs that hold texture and story. Ritual tools, wands, spell jars, pendulums, tarot readings, natural sprays, tinctures. Fossil jars and specimens that whisper the histories of the earth. Wreaths, wind chimes, altar decor, and other hand-crafted decor. Journals, zines, and collaborative publishing for marginalized voices. Every piece, every poem, every creation is layered with me, my hands, my heart, my history.
Even as it grew, the Poeaxtry_ branding name still fit like it was made for this life. Poetry, craft, ritual, and community all intertwined. Each item, poem, ritual is a form of poetry itself. A record of what it means to live, survive, create, and witness.
While you’re here, think about your own connection to poetry and craft. What do you create that carries you in it?
A journal entry that tells your story? A handmade object you poured meaning into? A curated ritual, spell, or piece of art you crafted. A poem or reflection that sits in your chest.
Comment below and share what feels most like you. I always find joy when I am able to see how art lives in other bodies.
Poeaxtry_ is about more than what you see in any online shop. It’s about presence, survival, ritual, and care. Not only for myself, but for community. It’s about only leaving traces when ethical. It is a whisper. A chill. a silent look or a shared moment. Standing as proof that you exist at this moment, and that you matter.
Share this post with someone who needs a little creative or spiritual inspiration today. Someone who wants to see poetry and art that live. Stones that speak. Crystals the cry. Rituals that are reminiscent of the care used to create them. Let them know Poeaxtry_ is a space that holds beauty, complexity, and truth.
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