by Tasha Fierce | Nov 3, 2020 | magical depressive realism
(reposted from instagram for accessibility) The phoenix. A brilliantly colored bird that burns to ash only to rise again & fly away home in an ever-repeating cycle. A resurrectionist, practiced in the craft of making themselves whole after tearing themselves...
by Tasha Fierce | Oct 7, 2020 | magical depressive realism
(reposted from instagram for accessibility) TW: death, suicide attempts, hospitalization, r*pe, IPV, police violence — This moment in time feels like The End for a lot of us. The myriad crises we are facing—white supremacist fascism, climate chaos, ever-mounting...
by Tasha Fierce | Oct 7, 2020 | magical depressive realism
(reposted from instagram for accessibility) cw: MENTAL ILLNESS, MED WITHDRAWAL — Consensus reality is a postmodern concept, based in the idea that reality is inherently subjective. What we all “agree” is real, is real. That means “reality” is highly influenced...
by Tasha Fierce | Feb 14, 2020 | magical depressive realism, musings of a black femme, racism & white supremacy, witchcraft and religion
i want to talk a bit about love and what it means to me on this day for lovers. love, to me, is inherent to the structure of this universe. hell, even the multiverse potentially, but this universe for sure. i say this because we are able to exist here. the laws of...
by Tasha Fierce | Dec 31, 2019 | magical depressive realism, musings of a black femme
like all journeys in life, the path to becoming is never linear. bumps in the road can make me shrink to protect against their impact. but here, near the end of the decade, i am leaning into the largeness of myself. i am remembering that vulnerability and authenticity...
by Tasha Fierce | Dec 24, 2019 | magical depressive realism, musings of a black femme, witchcraft and religion
i am on a makeshift writer’s retreat at our out-of-town friends’ home in the mountains of glendale, california. last night, wind gusted against the house, kept me up half-wondering if someone was trying to break in. this afternoon, the rain stopped, and...
