HeyJaredWyrd Incantations
A gathering place to explore surreal poetry, haikus, fantasy worlds and the magical art of creative synesthesia—the blending of language and sensory experience.
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Floralescence (opens the original)
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Hello friends,I hope the turn of the season finds you well. I can hardly believe it’s been almost a year since I embarked on this Substack journey. Some of you might remember that very first post asking you to write a line for Magicalia. I’m feeling my creative synesthesia roots this fall, which is the perfect introduction for today’s poem. A part of me lives in commingled worlds of sensory input, so I invite you to let your senses roam free with me on this one, as you dive into Floralescence.Fl
Future, You Cheeky Flirt (opens the original)
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Step, slide. You movebetween temporal tides.Hello friends,After diving into the pasts that never were in my previous poem, the pendulum has now (predictably) swung in the other direction—into the wilderness of the future. I can only imagine you have also felt the seductive call of tomorrows, the allure of promising destinies, even when aware that the present is all we truly inhabit. But oh, these captivating visions and future manifestations at our fingertips. They are part of the enticing array
To The Lives I’ll Never Live (opens the original)
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I will not be a carefree childborn as I was, just shy of ancientHello friends,Have you ever gone through a season of transformations only to find there is yet another shape-shifting taking place? I used to need to withdraw to go through my unravelings, only returning to the surface once the process felt more or less complete. But this one is different. This one is happening as I go, right in the thick of it—as I process, as I write, as I share, as I show up, as I be. Part of that means honoring
The Feral Of Love (opens the original)
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Legs crossed,cushion against skinspilling over into the roomwhere I dream of a keyHello friends,In a sudden twist, poetic rhythms have picked up and I find myself with you again, a few days from a total solar eclipse, sharing a piece about the feral nature of the heart. Sometimes the most delicious things are the ones that birth spontaneously, without much warning, from our creative, brimming core. Wishing you a lion’s roar of a week!With joy, I give you: The Feral Of Love.The Feral Of
Ritual Pigmentation (opens the original)
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Viridian droplets tumblefrom eyes, moisture glidingHello friends,I’m always a little surprised at the intensity of summer, being somewhat of an autumn spirit, and this one has been fierce. I’m happy to bring you a new poem today inspired by a palette of paint, and thrilled to share the fruits of over a decade of work in my newest offering: Voice Magic. As a poet, you can probably tell I’m fascinated with musicality and rhythm. This comes from a lifelong devotion to voice and sound. Voice Magic i
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