Vennie Kocsis

For a long time, everything I made lived scattered across the internet, hard to find, easy to miss, spread across a dozen different corners. Not anymore. The Venniverse Shop is open. One place for everything I create, apparel carrying words I’ve bled onto the page, art pulled from the same well as my writing, the books, and the music. All of it, together, finally. Nothing here is mass produced…

a field report from the organized chaos of my creative space… 🌃Opening Transmission 🎆🎇 July Note: Freedom didn’t come wrapped in a flag or a document for me. It came at the cost of sifting through my own delusions, and how I was programmed, until I could face myself in the realest possible ways. That’s the only kind of freedom I trust: the kind that costs you the comfortable lies first. ✍🏻…

*This post contains affiliate links. I felt summer approaching in my body before I could see it arrive in the absence of rain and clouds outside my windows. The transition into summer is moody in Puget Sound. There is a loosening happening inside of me finally that feels like expelled weight, a slow exhale after years of holding my breath so tightly that I forgot what it felt like to breathe…

a field report from the organized chaos of my creative space… 🌃Opening Transmission 🎉 June Note: Puget Sound’s favorite game show is back: Guess Today’s Season! Yesterday was summer. Today is spring. Tomorrow may be autumn. Contestants should bring sunglasses, a raincoat, and emotional resilience. 🐝🌸♨️😆 ✍🏻 Threads: Posts You May Have Missed Women Who Stare at Walls → The Silence Before the…

Healing after a cultic life can feel like learning yourself all over again. Many survivors were taught to suppress their intuition, creativity, emotions, and authentic voice in order to belong and comply. But creativity offers something powerful in recovery: a safe space to explore who you are without judgment, pressure, or fear. Whether it’s journaling, painting, writing, music, collage, or…

a field report from the organized chaos of my creative space… 🌃Opening Transmission 🎉 May Note: We made it through the eighty-seven week first quarter of 2026, someone cue the celebration! 🥂🍾 ✍🏻 Threads: Posts You May Have Missed Women Who Stare at Walls → The Age of Unmasking Human Nature’s Darkest Truths→ The Quiet Architecture of Awakening Sevenlines → The Bermuda Triangle of the Mind→…

He walks by quietly. We don’t speak. Our eyes do. They say everything. He leans down in slow motion, a kiss, half closed lids, energy exchanged, unplanned, unarranged, a natural dance of chance, a fleeting happestance.” Vennie Kocsis, 2026

a field report from the organized chaos of my creative space… 🌃Opening Transmission 🎂🎈 April Note: Someone had a birthday. More about that later. ✍🏻 Threads: Posts You May Have Missed Women Who Stare at Walls (read on Substack) → Where the Shadows Keep Our Identities→ When the Body Begins to Speak Sevenlines (read on Substack) → The Ones Who Keep the Flame→ We Trained In the Dark→…

“We come to this world a result of a covenant sometimes made of love, sometimes, a circumstance, but almost always made in secret.” —Revenge Subscribe to get access Read more of this content when you subscribe today. SubscribeSubmitting form Log in A small but important note: Substack connects directly to WordPress, so if you’re a WordPress subscriber, my Substack posts may find their way to…

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🎧Listen to this poem Lyrics: Who stole your pearls?Who reached into your soft, sacred shell with hands too rough to hold beauty;ripping without reverence,shattering the sanctuary of your tenderness,leaving you bleeding salt and silence?Who saw your glow and decided it needed dimming?Who told you that you were not divine,not sovereign,not the radiant keeper of your own universe? Who broke you…

a field report from the organized chaos of my creative space… 🌃Opening Transmission 🌹 March Love Note: a notice of your existence; a poem – Grids and Wind ✍🏻 Threads: Posts You May Have Missed Women Who Stare at Walls (read on Substack) → When the Pedestal Wobbles→ Unless I Have a Mallet→ The Quiet Work of Choosing Myself Sevenlines (read on Substack) → Sevenline No. 23: A Life With No…

I have entered the season where truth doesn’t chatter; it speaks with firmness. I now stand in the clearest shift I have ever known. The veils are thinner than before, not only around my governments, my systems, my media, but within the temples of my own being. I feel an awakening on a deeply individual level. I am being ushered into experiences that strip away my illusions, that lay bare the…

Where do I go on nights when my skin aches; when invisible hands seem to massage the ghost of my heartache, tender as regret, patient as grief? Click the below image to read this article on my Substack.

If you’re reading this, it’s because at some point you chose to receive my writing by email, and I want to start by saying thank you. That choice has mattered to me more than you probably know. I’m writing to let you know that I’ve begun migrating most of my ongoing writing to Substack, a platform built specifically for writers and readers who want a more direct, streamlined connection. Substack…

Just a quick reminder: today is the last day to order for guaranteed holiday delivery from my print and product shops. If you’re planning to gift art, notebooks, or apparel this season, now is the time to place your order so it arrives in time. Whether you’re choosing a meaningful art print, a journal for a writer in your life, or a comforting piece for someone who needs it, these gifts carry…