HeyJaredStone Wolf
A wolf disguised as a woman who writes her howls in poetry, personal essays, and fictional short stories.
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Jungle Love (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedRebellion was born in me the same way a seed is born in fruit The flesh of my body holds within the will to uproot Broken systems bitter values barbaric tools To that end I shall let the vultures of culture pick me clean Meat from bone blood and sinew let them think they can destroy me When all they do is help me rid myself of everything I do not need Let them feast on the American Dream what was once seen
Embracing Authenticity in an Automated World (opens the original)
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Before I get into the meat of this article, I want to say that it’s very difficult for me to talk about AI and the obsession with optimizing every moment without getting sassy. It’s not because I am trying to be bitchy or judgmental, but rather I care deeply about humanity. And these two concepts signal the death of what makes the world human. When you feel my tone shift into a more aggressive approach, try not to take it as a personal attack. Instead, be willing to be honest with yourself about
Return to the Dark Goddess, Part One (opens the original)
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IntroductionLast October my husband attended an occult magick retreat hosted by . Every year that he has attended one of these retreats, we turn it into an autumn vacation. We fly into JFK Airport and then make our way to some small town in the Hudson River Valley. After spending a few days adventuring together, we head to the New York/New Jersey borderlands. While Patrick spends a few days at the retreat, I get much needed alone time. From our rented condo in the township of Vernon, it’s a stun
Bite Back (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedA wolf bred in captivity much like a woman born in the patriarchy The acres feel like freedom until you run up against the fence line The paycheck feels like freedom until you run up against the gaslight Everything looks fine until crossing invisible borders becomes a crime punishable by death For the simple act of roaming or care for what's inside growing The propagandized threat of wilderness and the contr
Wallpaper (opens the original)
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The weird thing about being in a liminal space spiritually is you feel like you’re constantly buffering. Because the way you used to think or feel about things no longer applies, but the new system isn’t fully installed. So everything that happens enters your mind and body without anywhere to store itself. It all just kind of floats around waiting for you to do something with it. In all the changes and transformations that I’ve gone through in my life, none of them have felt like this. Usually,
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