Rebelle Society

The Transformation Of Amy Lunaro: Chapter One. {fiction}

When James was leaving her so easily, like a shirt he had grown tired of, an old friend from her early days at Rolling Stone had said, “I think, to be the kind of woman someone fights for, you have to be the kind of woman who fights for herself.”

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12 Writers You Need To Follow On Instagram.

On Instagram, words warm, typewriters are the new black, and poets are the new rocks stars. You just need to know where to look.

archives, poetry

I Don’t Care Because I Do.

By McCall Erickson

archives, poetry

For My Sisters.

By Marie-Ève Bonneau

archives, poetry

The Hag’s Call.

{poetry}

poetry

My Heart’s Voice After A Separation. {poetry}

But this poem is not about cheering myself up, but rather, to be in that pain of not knowing, of not having a map, of feeling lonely in the process.

archives, yoga

Fired for Teaching Certain Yoga Poses to Men in Prison.

There is a very real resistance in the world that operates in opposition to light. Its energy is much stronger in the prison environment.

troublemakers

Why I Am The Villain In My Own Story.

My villain is my intentional shadow. She was once the repository of my greatest wounds. Now she holds the poisonous darts of those wounds externalized and refined into discernment and self-protection. She is part of my personal practice of self-love.

Love vs Fear.

What would happen if you could put aside your fear for one day? One hour? Be drawn by the connections that come, feed that place of intrinsic love and let it be your guide… surrender to the unknowable order of things.

world

The Void that Begged to be Filled with Vengeance.

My responsibility is to myself. When I am quiet long enough, my heart shows me what actions to take. My body follows suit. Tears spill, washing away the dirt you’ve poured over me.