Flying High in Appalachia

Hello everyone. I'm Fiona. I'm writing from somewhere past the moon, but still flying high in the foothills of Appalachia. Mom - Blue dot - Southern - healthcare social worker - insatiable -nature lover- Story teller.

Character-driven speculative fiction that twists the familiar into the dark. I am a blind artist, musician, and storyteller creating dramatized audio and paintings. I don’t need to see the monsters in the basement to know their fears.

Eternally irritated by the nonsense and poppycock.

Artist, dreamer, wife, and mother of two. I paint in hopes of adding a little more beauty to the world.

the playful mystic—sharing my personal journey. I write about spirituality, self-love, how imagination creates reality and the illusion of separation. Empowering you to master your inner reality so you can create fulfillment and meaning in your life.

Palestinian | AuDHD | Pansexual | Phoenix \ud83c\udf49\ud83d\udc26‍\ud83d\udd25 Poetry, fiction, and whatever else lives in my head. Writing the real, the strange, the dark, the funny, the political, and all the in-between. Building a life around the stories I’m here to tell. \ud83d\udda4

A Self-Hell newspaper. Part paper, part emotional hazard. Featuring reluctant wisdom, petty miracles, emotional loopholes, and dispatches from an empire built by accident. Rebranding toxic positivity — one begrudging sigh at a time.

Technical support for the soul. I’m a poet and somatic coach helping writers get out of their heads and back into their bodies.

The Labyrinth is a cabinet of curiosities at the threshold of myth and mind. Enter a world of gothic psychological stories conjured from mirrors, masks, and the selves we fracture to survive. \ud83e\udd40

Autistic | Poetry | Lyrical Fiction | Quiet Recordings

Poet exploring perception, ethics, and the limits of meaning.