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Loved One,
We finally have a space to connect!! Hi, I'm Indigo Lanee, the Cincinnati-native host of ItzDaVybez Radio, podcast planner & journal maker, and short-story world weaver. You being here lets me know the world isn't so big that people like us can't connect.

Here you'll find my short stories, and in the future, novels. Share my journey, let's have fun with polls, quizzes, events, and contests as the stories unfold.

Thank you for joining me by following @indigolanee & @itzdavybez_radio on IG, and commenting "Crew" on the "Midnight Atlas Crew Member" Instagram post.

See you there!

Much Love,
Indigo Lanee

Hi there to all my future readers. I have been writing for a few years now, but I started to write seriously with a view to self publish in late 2024. My first novel, 'Mystery of Wicker Wood' was published early the following year. All of my books have a link to my own life, for example my most recent novel, 'Rogue Bullet,' is based on my own military experience in the British Army.
The Broughty Souls features a hotel that I stayed in as a boy whilst on vacation to Scotland. The hotel was the most creepy place I had ever stayed in.
Please visit my author webpage to explore all options and please if you do leave a donation, I will put that money towards a much required replacement laptop.
Enjoy my stories and many thanks to you,

Kirk

Happy 250th Birthday, America. 🇺🇸

Two hundred fifty years is a long time.
We've had incredible moments and heartbreaking ones. We've disagreed, made mistakes, solved problems, invented things, overcome challenges, and somehow kept moving forward.

I know things aren't perfect. They never have been.

Today, I'm choosing to remember the people who built this country, defended it, improved it, and refused to give up on it.

Here's to remembering where we've been, believing the American story has always been one of getting back up, and knowing there's still plenty worth fighting for and plenty worth celebrating.

Happy Independence Day. ❤️🤍💙

The system doesn't shoot you in the back. It changes the air, thinning it until there is nothing left to breathe.
This is the anatomy of how medicine methodically grinds its own people down. Not with a single shot, but by degrees. Quietly scrapping those who still try to heal instead of just filing paperwork. No official wording. No explanation. No farewell.
An unflinching manifesto for anyone who hasn't forgotten that a doctor is not just a rubber stamp in a medical chart, but the last line of defense between a living human being and dead statistics.

Como un escritor "definitivo" (quiero decir que me he determinado serlo desde hace muchos años ya) tengo varios blogs que he alimentado a lo largo de todos estos años. Hoy quiero recomendarles que vayan a leer el último que estoy cargando con palabras de distintos objetivos (ya ensayo, ya poesía, ya narrativa). Me encantaría que leyeran lo que escribo para mis lectores.

https://rodrerich.substack.com

Laugh. Sigh. Grit Teeth. Write About It.

Alguien (con esto de los nick names uno ya no sabe si es hombre o mujer a quien lee) me respondió a un pequeño mensaje que escribí en Threads sobre una rápida clasificación de las formas poéticas (poema en verso, poema en prosa, prosa poética y poesía prosaica). Todo ello inició cuando leí un "poema" de otro usario y me di cuenta de la confusión de tal usario al creer que por la simple y sencilla razón de partir en renglones un texto ya se está haciendo poesía.
Total que me ha pedido que les explique las diferencias entre esas cuatro formas de manera "analítica". Yo no sé a qué se refieren con eso de esa palabra, pero les voy a responder como yo puedo y con lo que sé. Soy un escritor que ama su lenguaje y se decanta mucho sobre el ensayo, así que no tendré problema en responder.