Good morning, everyone and Happy Monday! It's been a long, crazy and interesting weekend. I deleted the best line I ever wrote because it sounded too much like me—and that terrified me more than any blank page. We spend years hunting for a voice, then flinch when it answers back too clearly. So here I …
Beneath the clockwork of eternal spheres,we trace the light of long-extinguished suns—each photon carries history, adrift for years,then lands as poetry on waiting tongues. And what are we but dust that learned to burn,then cooled to question why the heavens turn?We name the constellations, but they keepa silence deeper than the lunar sleep. Fate, that …
The thread was never in my handto tie a knot or let it fray—it pulled from some far, silent landbefore I’d learned the word today. I turn a corner, find a faceI’d sketched in dreams I can’t recall;the rain forgets its planned-in placeand washes steps I meant to stall. So let the map the starlings …
What quality do you value most in a friend? From my own experience, I’ve learned that even the best ideas or the kindest intentions can fall flat without solid communication skills. Being able to really listen, express myself honestly, and work through misunderstandings has saved my friendships more times than I can count. That said, …
When Akhenaten raised the disk of gold,And cast the old gods down from temple heights,He dreamed a sun that all the world would hold,And built a city washed in blinding lights. But Amarna's sands could not resist the tide,The priests of Amun whispered in the dark,They struck his name from stone when he had died,And …
In the shadow of the pyramids, where the Nile whispers secrets old,Lapis Lazuli awakens, a shard of midnight sky turned stone.Veins of golden pyrite gleam like Ra’s first chariot fire,Deep azure heart that Isis claimed, to bind the gods’ desire. Mined from distant mountain veins, across the desert’s burning breath,It crossed the trader’s camel path …
Daily writing promptWhat’s the most profound piece of advice you’ve been given? Did you take it?View all responses The most profound piece of advice I’ve ever received came from my grandfather, near the end of his life. He said, “Don’t confuse motion with progress.” At first, I thought I understood it. But honestly, I didn’t. …
©2026 xunholyanubisx When I think about social classes and the stereotypes surrounding who gets to call themselves a “real author,” I feel a familiar frustration rising in my chest. There’s an unspoken hierarchy in the literary world—one that suggests legitimacy comes from a traditional publishing deal, a physical book on a shelf, and an advance …
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Scorpion tracks fill,before the second sunrise—Nile heat owns the wind.
When I first took the Double Crown upon my brow, I believed I understood weight. The weight of the uraeus, the weight of the kemes, the weight of every soul from Abu to the Great Green. But I was a fool. No stone of a pyramid, no chariot of gold, no obelisk scraping the belly …