Poeaxtry's Prism

Spell. Stone. & Sparks that Ignite Change

Author: poeaxtry_

  • New Year- New Era, New Names, New Vision

    New Year- New Era, New Names, New Vision

    What began as Poeaxtry_, my personal artistic persona and small business. This space was for self-published e-books rough Google Doc formatted, rockhounded items, and spiritual things. It turned into the Poetry Prism, a publishing arm and community centered on poetry. Though, over time, it became a home for indie poets as well as authors, artists, small businesses, and more.

    Does the name “Poetry Prism” really fit what we do now? We are clearly not just poetry anymore and not just words on the pages. The Prism Publishing has been a platform for all indie creators, artists, writers, musicians, and small businesses for awhile. But to reflect this evolution and to make our intentions and community more clear, we are dropping the word “Poetry.” The Prism now stands as an inclusive, expansive hub: one name, one era, one identity. So Poeaxtry & The Prism is no longer just for short that’s the form fitting identity. Though the publishing based email will remain poeaxtryspoetryprism@gmail.com at least for the time.

    A New Era of Collaboration

    Our collaborative efforts are evolving too. Gone are the days of simple community PDFs, themed collections, that are free-read by download. Now, we’re moving toward digital anthologies: quarterly curated collections featuring minority creators and allied contributors. With permission from all prior themed individual persons submitting work to continue with the new model. We are transitioning those early submissions into this new format. Just moving forward, no theme restrictions either!

    Each person may submit up to:

    10 poems
    10 digital art pieces or high-resolution photographs,
    2 essays,
    2 prose works
    from minority creators.

    Allied submissions are welcome at half that cap above.
    Free small-business ads spots celebrating creators and projects, Curated resources for indie publishers, artists, and small business owners.

    Important Dates:

    The first submission period for ads, poetry, art, prose, and essays is open until February 12, 2026. This allows time to curate, edit, promote, and release the inaugural quarterly.

    A New Era of E-Books

    E-books have traditionally followed seasons of life, chronicling moments and collections as they unfolded. Going forward, e-books will be curated around themes now as well as seasons of life:

    “The Man Who Was Never Enough and Somehow Too Much: an anthology exploring BPD and mental health.” Is a project for a themed e-book I have in the works.

    I.I.A.S.D.: the first free collection, explored 13 poems written on the day the election results were announced in 2024. To continue this free series I.I.A.S.D. Volume Two: 2025, Year of Fear- A Political Poetry Collection.” This one will explore poems of policy, advocacy, and social change. This collection was originally drafted as “It is a Sad Year.” Though, the political collection will still show the expansion over the year following Election Day. It captures my original poetic reflections on politics, society, and lived experience.

    These thematic collections ensure that every release is intentional, cohesive, and resonant. These collections provide context for the work. They also highlight perspectives and what future generations will call historical issues that matter.

    What This Means for You

    The Prism is now:

    One unified brand, dropping “Poetry” for clarity and inclusion. A hub for all indie creatives, with poetry still at its heart, but no longer its only focus. A gallery of meaningful digital themed e-books to go with the seasonal anthologies. A space for collaboration, spotlighting, and resources for marginalized voices, allies, and indie creators alike.

    This is our new era. A Prism shining light on voices, art, words, and projects that deserve attention—without confusion, without limits.

    Welcome to the next chapter.

    Forms

    Submit to the Quarterly by emailing poeaxtryspoetryprism@gmail.com or form

    Submit to Indie Spotlights/Shelf Space by emailing Poeaxtry@gmail.com or form

    Free Digital Collections For Honest Reviews Form

    Volunteer to mod, promote, format, etc. form

    Questions? Comments? Concerns? General Contact form

    Arc Readers & Street Team Form


    Poeaxtry Links Best of Poeaxtry Portfolio Buy me a Coffee

  • Day 7 of My 100 Days of Poetry- A call for: “Creating Curated Change”

    Day 7 of My 100 Days of Poetry- A call for: “Creating Curated Change”

    Day 7 of my 100 Days of Poetry series is about intentional creation, refusing extraction, and building space for voices that are too often talked over, repackaged, or erased. This poem speaks to the act of creating with purpose, not as spectacle, not as trauma currency, but as documentation, resistance, and invitation. It is about community built with care, not permission, and about forward motion that actually follows through.

    Creating Curated Change

    I don’t write of

    trauma

      pain

    life’s unseen stains

    to pass an emotional buck

    Not one to complain

    Unseen pain outside of me

    I do not

    have not

    will not

    seek unsolicited help to

    shoulder a burden that

    no one can claim to own

    outside of me

    I weave words willfully

    immortalized receipts

    capturing points of view

    perpetually prevented from

    participating in literary and artistic

    mind meetings

    Expect me to be

    never

    asking permission

    from a single soul

    and

    stopping for the same

    Current and future people like me

    need opportunity to see

    other people’s perspectives

    that actually relate

    consciously communicate

    No more stolen

    minority

      makers

        manifestations

        through creation

    Curated creative community

    No more requirements of

    status

      education

        plausible politeness past

    wreck the walls that gatekeep creation

    Forward action, curating change,

    no more complaining with zero follow-through

    Creative creatures collect, creating change

    Poet’s note

    This poem was written as a refusal. A refusal to create for consumption alone, to package pain for approval, or to dilute language for comfort. The “curation” here is not exclusion, it is intention. It is about protecting creative spaces from extraction while still opening doors for those who have been historically shut out.

    The idea of “immortalized receipts” speaks to indie publishing minority works both mine and community, to proof of lived experience, and to the power of language as record. This piece centers community that creates with accountability, forward action, and care, rather than performance or proximity to status.

    “Creating Curated Change” is a declaration of practice, not theory. It challenges the idea that creativity must be polite, credentialed, or palatable to matter. Instead, it argues for community built through conscious communication, lived perspective, and actual follow-through.

    This poem invites readers to consider not just what they create, but how, why, and who is allowed to participate. Change does not come from endless critique alone. It comes from collective making, from tearing down the gates, and from building something better in their place.

    Links

    Speaking of community and creations don’t forget you can submit work to our first quarterly by emailing poeaxtry@gmail.com or submitting a form.

    Deadline is 2/12/2926

    Find out more about submitting here

    Best of Poeaxtry

    questions or concerns?

    Free digital collections in exchange for real honest reviews? Email poeaxtry@gmail or submit this form.

    Feedback?

  • Poeaxtry- The Spill- Volume 11- Ending 2025 Strong

    Poeaxtry- The Spill- Volume 11- Ending 2025 Strong

    Do it for James yellow and blue book cover with basketball player wearing a crown

    Do It For James

    I’m honored to share that my poem “My BPD” is featured in the newly released anthology Do It For James: Poetry On Purpose, published by Poetry Is Life Publishing in collaboration with the Do It For James Foundation. This compilation uplifts voices navigating grief, mental health, and the power of storytelling.

    “My BPD” enacts the disorientation and longing that often accompany diagnosis, and the fierce clarity that comes with naming it.

    Available now. Page 43.

    Axton Mitchell’s Contribution on page 43
    My BPD

    Furrily Loveable

    My poem “Sunlight in Honey” appears in the latest issue of Furrily Loveable, a cozy publication celebrating cats, dogs, and their people. This piece threads joy, memory, and quiet companionship into golden verse.

    I chose to honor the soft rhythms of nature, and the beings who walk beside us.

    Grateful to be included among such tender voices.
    Read it now on Amazon.

    Cover of anthology with black cat

    Author Update, New Headshots, New Era

    Black & white photo of Axton Mitchell in glasses and black sweater
    1st favorite

    This winter, I stepped back into the woods, not just to breathe, but to be seen. And now updated headshots are live. These images were chosen for the back of my upcoming books and future publishing submissions.

    These are my favorites, though not the full set. Each one carries the pulse of survival, the quiet defiance of Appalachian roots, and the clarity earned through grief and grit.

    Axton Mitchell’s photographed in-front of bare winter trees purple mullet-hawk, glasses, and a black sweater.
    2nd favorite

    They are not just portraits.
    They are proof.
    Of presence.

    Of pacing.

    Of the poet behind the pages.

    Stay tuned. The next releases are already forming.

    Axton Mitchell purple mullet-hawk, double peace sign , black sweater in front of the bare winter trees.
    Bonus. For character.

    What’s Next

    I’m continuing my collaborative writing chapter with Gay Hive Magazine, formerly Hush Magazine. I’ll be contributing work as they relaunch, continuing the kind of honest, purpose driven storytelling I care about. I’ll share published pieces as they go live.

    Submissions are now open for the upcoming free quarterly issue of Poeaxtry’s Poetry Prism. Email poeaxtryspoetryprism@gmail.com to submit. I’m accepting art, poetry, prose, and essays through February 12, 2026. These quarterlys will also offer free ad placement for small businesses, independent presses, indie creatives, and community aligned projects. If you’re building something with heart and intention, there’s space for you here.

    Axton Mitchell’s upcoming chapbook cover ft a preying mantis eating a gecko
    Humanoid Ideations finalized cover

    On my own desk, I’m in the final polish stage of several works in progress, shaping them toward completion rather than rush. “Humanoid Ideations: Meeting the Woman of Your Dreams,” “I wonder,” and “Sometimes the Prince Needs Saved” are reaching completion. Arc readers interested in early access in exchange for reviews email poeaxtry@gmail.com

    Axton Mitchell’s upcoming poetry e-book finalized cover ft Prince and Brock background on fire
    “Sometimes The Prince Needs Saved” finalized cover

    Lastly I am actively participating in a one poem a day for 100 days challenge, showing up consistently, letting practice be visible, and trusting what repetition teaches.

  • Day 6 of 100 Poems: Life Expectancy. A poem on Coping and loss

    Day 6 of 100 Poems: Life Expectancy. A poem on Coping and loss

    Day six of the 100 poems in 100 days threads project brings us to reflection, memory, and the quiet ache of missing those we love. Today’s poem, Life Expectancy, explores the stark reality of time lost and the enduring shadow of absence. As we approach the end of the holiday season, this poem reminds us that love and grief are intertwined, that the moments we have with those we care for are precious, and that the time spent apart stretches longer than we often anticipate.

    Life Expectancy

    How melancholy it brings me

    to be,

    when

    reminding myself

    I’m likely to miss you an eternity

    longer than the time I got with you.

    Though I know our time in this life

    is never guaranteed,

    if my life expectancy is at minimum

    average,

    what I’m saying will ring true

    More of my time will be spent

    missing you,

    your light,

    and your love,

    my sweet mother,

    than the amount

    actually spent with you

    Though if this proves untrue,

    I will have been plagued

    by joining the good in dying young

    Either way, my projected

    forecast,

    bleak, and for longer

    than the coming week

    Poet’s Note

    Life Expectancy came from the deep reckoning of loss. Writing this poem allowed me to put into words the enduring ache of missing my mother, the arithmetic of love and absence. The piece reflects the tension between the fleeting nature of life and the permanence of memory. This is a meditation on grief, love, and the small, precious moments we hold dear. It is a reminder that poetry can capture both sorrow and reverence.

    Day six of this 100-day poetry journey underscores the truth that love outlasts the life we are given. Life Expectancy asks readers to reflect on their own relationships, the moments shared, and the times lost. As we read, we are reminded that today is the only day, and the memories and love we carry are infinite. Through this poem, I honor my mother’s light and invite you to hold close those who matter most, to cherish each fleeting moment, and to confront grief with honesty and reflection.

  • Day 5 of 100 Poems in 100 Days, “I Hope It Burns”, F*ck the American Melting Pot

    Day 5 of 100 Poems in 100 Days, “I Hope It Burns”, F*ck the American Melting Pot

    Day 5 showed up after a meme. It said simply “immigrants belong in Ohio.” This happens to me when the world won’t shut up long enough for the words in my mind to behave. Memes, commercials, fragments of conversations, and other randomness become lines to poetry.

    This series was never meant to be polite, or evenly spaced, or emotionally neat. One poem a day for one hundred days isn’t about discipline alone, it’s about witnessing. Some days whisper. Some days yell. Some days light a match and wait. This for me is mostly about practice, honing my craft, discipline x2 yes, and seeing what my mind will produce for 100 days straight one poem every day.

    “I Hope It Burns” is a refusal poem.

    Not an argument.

    Not a debate.

    A refusal to keep explaining what has already been taught, erased, rewritten, and weaponized.

    It comes from exhaustion, repetition, and the surreal experience of watching history pretend it doesn’t recognize itself.

    This is day five.

    I Hope It Burns

    What’s going on in society today?

    fuck if I know!

    One thing’s for certain though

    immigrants belong in Ohio

    And Utah, and Maine

    Washington, Texas, California

    New York, West Virginia

    Florida, Nevada

    And the rest of the United fucking States

    This is so redundant for me to

    have to explain

    I feel like I’m going fucking insane

    Did we not learn in second grade, if not earlier,

    what the fucking melting pot is?

    I mean, if the only Americans are Natives,

    our ancestors with palm colored skin

    came here on a fucking boat,

    took lives and land

    How the fuck are you saying no one else can come here?

    The whole damn country is built on it

    Melting pot this, melting pot that,

    American dream washed-up bullshit

    doesn’t mean a thing

    when no one’s allowed in

    Would you like some crushed ice for that burn?

    Poet’s Note

    This poem is written from repetition fatigue.

    The kind that comes from answering the same questions, hearing the same slogans, watching the same cycles spin louder instead of smarter. It is not interested in convincing anyone. It is interested in naming the absurdity of selective memory, of nationalism that forgets its own construction, of classrooms that taught one story and adults who pretend they never heard it.

    The geography matters. The language matters. The anger is intentional, not decorative. This poem is not asking permission to exist, it is documenting what happens when the truth keeps getting told and ignored anyway.

    “I Hope It Burns” doesn’t end with a solution because it isn’t offering one.

    It ends with heat.

    With consequence.

    With the reminder that stories don’t disappear just because they’re inconvenient.

    Day five is a pressure point. It holds tension instead of releasing it. That’s allowed. This series isn’t a ladder toward comfort, it’s a record of days lived honestly in a country that keeps pretending it doesn’t know how it got here.

    Tomorrow’s poem might be quieter. Or maybe it won’t be.

    Either way, the fire doesn’t undo itself.

    Ice kofi

  • Judging character? Exploring Intuition, Vibes, and Hidden Intentions

    Judging character? Exploring Intuition, Vibes, and Hidden Intentions

    Are you a good judge of character?

    I like to think I’m a good judge of character when it comes to someone’s vibe, their juju. You know the way they carry themselves… the energy they give off. Most of the time… then I look back at ex friendships and ex relationships and I wonder if I’m such a good judge why did I pick them?

    Maybe it has to do with different personality traits, different perspectives, or even disorders. Maybe some people are just better at hiding their intentions until the right moment. That doesn’t always affect me, and sometimes it clearly does. so maybe when it doesn’t affect me it’s easier to spot.

    When it does affect me, my sense of judgment feels obviously flawed… no matter how many vibes I try to feel out, no matter how much intuition I trust. It’s imperfect, and sometimes painfully obvious that my read on someone is off. Even if it isn’t always obvious to me.

    So, yes… I can feel someone’s energy. I can sense vibes. But character is messy, layered, and occasionally hidden. My intuition is useful, but it’s not infallible.

    Judging character is part instinct, part observation, and part luck. Even with a strong sense of vibes or juju, hidden intentions and context can make anyone’s judgment flawed. The key is knowing the limits of intuition and staying aware that human behavior isn’t always readable at first or one hundredth glance.

  • Day 4 Poem: Profound Fall | 100 Days of Poetry by Poeaxtry

    Day 4 Poem: Profound Fall | 100 Days of Poetry by Poeaxtry

    Day 4 of my 100 Days of Poetry series is about those quiet loops of thought, the small moments where we forget ourselves, forget our worth, or forget who we can lean on. Sometimes the fall we’re waiting for never comes, and yet the anticipation itself shapes us. This poem is an attempt to capture that suspended space between expectation and reality.

    Profound Fall

    Sometimes my brain

    likes to play

    these little games

    Sometimes I forget

    that I’m worth

    anything at all.

    Sometimes I forget

    exactly who and when

    I can call

    I’m counting on the fall,

    the metaphorical one

    that has yet to come.

    Sometimes I forget

    that I was even

    waiting for it.

    It seems this year

    I turned 34,

    my feet have yet

    to leave the ground.

    Isn’t that profound?

    Poet’s note

    This poem was written as a reflection on self-forgetfulness and quiet anticipation. The “fall” is intentionally open-ended, representing both what we expect from life and what we wait for internally. Writing it was about noticing those small pauses, those moments of doubt, and giving them space on the page without judgment. It’s about the tension between inertia and hope, between standing still and yearning for change.

    “Profound Fall” invites readers to sit with the internal rhythm of thought and reflection. It asks us to notice where we are grounded, where we hesitate, and how waiting can be as significant as action. Sometimes the profound comes not from movement, but from awareness, from pausing long enough to see where our mind and body meet.

    100 days links

  • Poeaxtry_ is Where the People Are; Who Thrives and Why? A Deep Dive!

    Poeaxtry_ is Where the People Are; Who Thrives and Why? A Deep Dive!

    Hello Familiar Friends and New Names.

    And welcome where we are all people, first!

    Welcome to a space where we are all people first!

    At Poeaxtry_, I like to say that one of our mottos is “Poeaxtry_, where the people are.” But did I ever explain what that actually boils down to?

    Simply put: I don’t want to force anyone to find me. I want people who might be interested in reading, submitting, creating, or even just engaging with the emotional, hiking, or other free content I share, to discover me naturally and connect in their own way.

    That’s why I post the digital creations, and photos or videos I capture with my phone across social platforms. These posts share the highlights in text on the visual media, summaries in the captions, and links to read more if interested on my website. This site holds the “meat and potatoes,” also known as the full content. This leaves my work accessible to all fully in one place that doesn’t anyone to create an account to view. However subscribers to the website do receive a reward, but I’m probably getting ahead of myself. We’ll get all of that and more soon!

    Quality is Key

    There’s a difference between followers and believers, between noise and signal, between people who swipe and people who stay. Subscribers mean nothing when the numbers aren’t noticing or notifying. Numbers are nothing if they aren’t the people you resonate with.

    This post is a deep dive into the kinds of creators, readers, contributors, critics and community members who thrive at Poeaxtry_ and The Poetry Prism. I’m including a small reminder of our ethos that holds it all together.

    This isn’t about chasing numbers or chasing dopamine. It’s about quality, intention, and connection.

    Who Thrives Here?

    Readers Who Connect.

    People who may read something more than once to see what else is hiding.

    They look for depth over new discovery, connection over content trends.

    They pause, reflect, and engage with work that might challenge societies views or refuse pretend peacefulness.

    Creators Who Make With Purpose

    Not hobbyists. Not algorithm chasers.

    They craft poems like prayers, build zines like love letters, or publish work that has purpose.

    These creators make not for only applause, but because their work demands to hold space.

    Marginalized Voices & Intersectional Art

    We built this space because such spaces were scarce:

    LGBTQ+ voices, Disabled creatives, Neurodivergent makers, people in recovery, creators of color, and other communities America keeps attacking.

    This is visibility with intention, support with structure, and room without hierarchy.

    Contributors & Collaborators Who Grow Together

    This is a working ecosystem, not a pond of competitors.

    Here, people:

    Give and receive constructive feedback, look at success as mutual elevation, respect identities, collaborate while creating creative comrades, compete in creative showdowns, and much more.

    Discord Twitch

    Who This Isn’t For

    Algorithm chasing creators who aren’t the same as creative people they are much different.

    If your goal is to rage bait or chase clicks, this space isn’t for you.

    We value substance over fake.

    The “I’m above you” energy? Not going to fly here.

    Harm, Discrimination, Prejudice

    We do not tolerate dehumanizing behavior.

    Bigotry or discrimination that is based on race, gender, sexuality, disability, mental health, or any other immutable identity ends your collaboration here immediately.

    This is a safe creative community no slut shaming, body shaming, or politics. Transgender identity isn’t politics if you think so I don’t think you need me to tell me shit,

    poeaxtry’s website (updated first) Shared to mainstream & emerging social platforms Direct community spaces Publishing & sales: Amazon/Kindle, Google Play Books, Etsy, Gumroad, Payhip

    At Poeaxtry_ we are not tied to a single platform, always expanding.

    Community Spaces & Engagement

    I’m building safe, collaborative spaces for writers, artists, and makers:

    Discord with Collaborative threads, competitions, open mic nights, custom roles for interactions, and more. Feedback invited, not forced; silence allowed. Rest & presence valued over performance always.

    Publishing & Opportunities

    Poeaxtry’s Poetry Prism offers:

    Free publishing for minority indie creators: poetry, prose, visual art, mixed media, experimental work and Indie spotlights for indie creatives and small businesses Collaborative projects, resource sharing, critique circles

    2026 Initiatives

    Our new Quarterly digital magazine with open submissions, my own features, resource guides, advice sections addressing current issues, and open budget friendly calls for submissions.

    Also be looking for virtual and local open mic nights

    This is the ecosystem for those who thrive here creating, collaborating, connecting, and building together.

    Values Hold Poeaxtry_ Together

    Integrity, respect, care.

    Bigotry, discrimination, or harm ends collaboration immediately.

    We realistically can’t do full vetting or background checks but we know the truth surfaces naturally. Then we will act accordingly.

    This isn’t a growth strategy.

    This is a creative home for people who:

    Read meaningfully, create with care, connect generously, and Build community over content creating trend climbing.

    Your voice matters here. So if it’s genuine, grounded, and human come connect !

    Welcome to Poeaxtry_ and The Poetry Prism.

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  • Day Three Poem: Hurt Like This by Axton N.O. Mitchell

    Day Three Poem: Hurt Like This by Axton N.O. Mitchell

    Day three of my 100-poem series… sometimes the calendar moves, but our hearts stay behind, carrying the weight of absence, echoing in the spaces others fill with celebration.

    Hurt Like This

    Another year

    Another empty space

    this is just another day.

    You all can celebrate your

    holiday, cheer,

    somewhere not near to me.

    Can’t you see? This is just another

    day to me.

    Except if it were just a day

    would it hurt like this?

    Poet’s Note:

    This poem leans into the quiet ache of holidays when they don’t feel joyful… that tension between the world’s celebration and your own emptiness can be sharp. I wrote it to honor that feeling, unfiltered, because acknowledging hurt is part of moving through it.

    Some days carry weight that no calendar can explain… and some poems are just for naming it.

    Day two day one 100

  • What I Know About 1991 the Year I Was Born

    What I Know About 1991 the Year I Was Born

    Share what you know about the year you were born.

    I was born in 1991, the kind of year that felt like a world rebooting itself, all at once, all loud, all inevitable… like a guitar riff that hits the heart before the brain even registers the sound.

    End of the Cold War and Dissolution of the Soviet Union

    By late December 1991 the Soviet Union dissolved into 15 independent republics, ending almost half a century of Cold War tension and reshaping the global order. 

    Gulf War and Operation Desert Storm Ends

    The Persian Gulf War’s combat phase, Operation Desert Storm, began in January 1991 and by late February coalition forces had liberated Kuwait, effectively ending major combat operations. 

    Rodney King Beating Caught on Camera

    In March 1991 Los Angeles police officers brutally beat motorist Rodney King, and the videotaped footage ignited national outrage and conversations about police violence that still ripple through history. 

    Croatian War of Independence Starts

    The Croatian War of Independence began in March 1991 as Croatia declared independence from Yugoslavia, kicking off years of conflict that lasted until 1995. 

    Apartheid Laws Repealed in South Africa

    In June 1991 South Africa’s Parliament repealed key apartheid legislation, a pivotal step toward majority rule and multiracial elections later in the decade. 

    World Wide Web Goes Public

    August 1991 saw Tim Berners‑Lee’s World Wide Web become publicly available, planting the first seeds of the internet age that would grow into the network that now scribbles our lives together. 

    Music and Culture; Rise of Grunge

    In 1991 Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit” broke out of the underground and dragged grunge music into the mainstream, giving voice to a generation… and maybe explaining why I still love flannels and angst‑with‑a‑smile so much. 

    Movies That Dominated Theaters

    Films like “Terminator 2: Judgment Day” and Disney’s “Beauty and the Beast” dominated screens that year, each in its way defining what blockbuster storytelling could feel like. 

    Super Bowl XXV: Giants Over Bills

    In sports, the New York Giants beat the Buffalo Bills 20–19 in Super Bowl XXV, one of the closest finishes in football’s biggest game. 

    Volcanic Power: Mount Pinatubo Erupts

    In June Mount Pinatubo in the Philippines erupted, one of the largest volcanic events of the 20th century, cooling global temperatures and reshaping the landscape around it. 

    Fun Archaeological Curiosity; Ötzi the Iceman

    While discovered in 1991, around that time the Alpine mummy known as Ötzi the Iceman was being studied and captivated scientists with his 5,000‑year‑old secrets.

    1991 was a year that felt like an exhale that never quite faded… geopolitically, culturally, technologically. It’s a year that rewired the world, and here I am, walking out of its echo.