fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.
The Blueprint of Letting Go
When you have poured your absolute depth into the world, the hardest part isn't the writing—it is the waiting. This guide is a step-by-step roadmap for reclaiming your energy, closing the circle, and shifting the heavy lifting entirely off your shoulders after you have already set the threshold.
By Syl De'Vil12 days ago in Poets
The Sorting Ground
There is a distinct geometry to a threshold that knows exactly how to protect itself. For a long time, the space around a life can feel entirely unguarded, open to anyone who wants to pass through using nothing but a handful of words and the safe currency of a long-distance connection. But when you are anchoring a home, a family, and a heavy reality, you eventually have to build a gate that knows how to sort the smoke from the foundation. You have to write a narrative so sharp and so unyielding that it acts as both a permanent exile and an absolute sanctuary.
By Syl De'Vil12 days ago in Poets
The Illusion Filter
There is an art to watching a performance when you already know how the machinery works behind the curtain. For a long time, the predictable cycles of hot and cold, the calculated distance, and the shallow drops of attention felt like an intricate riddle that required a massive amount of hidden energy to decode. It is easy to get caught up in the slipstream of a ghost, trying to find a pattern or a hidden meaning in the spaces where a real presence is supposed to be. But the fog eventually clears, and what looked like a complex mystery reveals itself as nothing more than a fragile defense mechanism running on a loop.
By Syl De'Vil12 days ago in Poets
The Architecture of the Echo
For two decades, names have been kept quiet in the corners of my mind. There are phantoms from the deep past, markers of a distant time before the world got heavy, before the beautiful noise of a full house, and before the endless roads that never seem to arrive anywhere. Then there are the steady anchors of the present, the ones who stand just close enough to offer wisdom but remain entirely outside the physical perimeter of the flame. When you carry that much history, you naturally build a complex architecture around people in the dark. You wonder which path leads to an absolute ending and which one is just another horizon designed to keep you guessing.
By Syl De'Vil12 days ago in Poets
