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Stories to Sip ǀ Something of Value

by Guest Blogger, Clementine Marie ǀ @cindybluwho I’m slightly obsessed with this quote by Alan Watts: “It’s as though someone has taken a bottle of ink and smashed it, creating many patterns, the pattern is very dense in the middle but gets more intricate the further out we move. We are those complicated little bits at the end but still apart of the whole.” I love this quote so much because it shows that there is literally no difference between me and you. When you try and pinpoint any of those exact differences, you are pointing to either physical traits or the ego. This is where the importance of writing comes in, specifically within the Instagram poetry community. Poets are special people. I always like to think of them as being born with an extra sense. This sense is the ability to express that we – TOGETHER – are the entire bottle of…

Stories to Sip ǀ Learning to Bloom: The Transition from Healing to Thriving

by Guest Blogger, Ashley Adams ǀ @a.n.adams “Ashley Adams, that sounds like the name of a writer.”  Those nine words in one casual sentence were all I needed. Ashley Adams, that sounds like the name of a writer. Little did my father-in-law know that I had been writing off and on for the past fifteen years. I had kept a secret collection of my writing filled with my pain, hopes and dreams that I had shared with only a couple individuals throughout my life. I knew there was a whole world inside of me that contained depths, which I had only dove into when the shallowness of this world grew too tiresome. It was my secret universe, but it felt wrong to have it in a way. I thought others would view it as selfish and/or childish so I kept it hidden. Then there came three years of my life where I…

Stories to Sip ǀ Getting to Know a Stranger

by Guest Blogger, F.R.M.W ǀ @f.r.m.w I moved back to Los Angeles with the sole purpose of relearning myself and starting over. I’ve always been one to habitually distance myself when I was going through anything personal. I had an epiphany at a funeral in February; I realized I was unsatisfied, unhappy, and I needed change. A couple months later, in early June, I moved back to Los Angeles with the sole purpose of relearning myself and starting over. I packed up my mere belongings, which intangibly included the severed ties from an abrupt breakup and the constant reminder of mortality that came with spiraling health conditions. I became self-absorbed. I knew I had to change that mindset, but I didn’t know how. All I knew was I didn’t want any of my friends or family to see me like this; so I spent as much time possible alone. I found comfort…