#poetryhelp

From Survival to Sanctuary

I'm building a gothic, poetry-soaked online sanctuary for the romantics who’ve always felt “othered.”

It’s part personal platform, part community altar for sensual poetry, alt femme style, and slow, sacred living.

I’m in the final stretch of startup costs and need $2209 to keep the dream alive. This isn't a crisis appeal — it's an invitation to co-create something sacred.

If you give, you're helping a platform be born.

With every donation, I offer artful thank-yous in return. See perks in GoFundMe link 🖤.

This campaign helps the digital launch cost and my move (to less expensive accommodations) so I can finish building this home for alternative voices.

If you’ve ever longed for a space that honors darkness, elegance, and desire — this is for us. It’s my soul project.

Thank you for helping me build it.

The Red Sleigh

Oh Great Grandpa,

If only you can see what I can,

I doubt you would ever have imagined.

All the children, the generations that came after you,

 loved the magical Red Sleigh.

Your grandchildren laughing and giggling

Playing out in the snow.

Tucked in bed every night, dreams were of playing with the magical sleigh.  Your magical sleigh.

Truly it was the best part of the day! 

To be able to ride in a beautiful red magical sleigh,

In a young child’s imagination, it was almost like 

riding in almost like Santa’s!

If I could have just one more wish, one more day to play 

as a child, laughing in the snow, my wish  is clear as day.

I wish to ride one more time in Great- Grandpa’s Red Sleigh.

To laugh as a care-free child, giggling and enjoying a magical day.

A Magical day in Great Grandpa’s  Red Sleigh.

While you may be gone, the history of the sleigh is never forgotten.