Oneg In The Arctic

Joined June 2019

312 stories

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A queer storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.

Co-founder of Queer Vocal Voices

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Wrapped in a Breath for Just a Moment
paint me orange dip me in butter tuck gently in puff pastry roll my warm like croissant it is time to slow down slow down
By Oneg In The Arctic4 days ago in Poets
Dipped in Candle Wax. Top Story - February 2026.
After the show, at the end of the day My heart sinks deeper into surrounding tissue My essence molds itself back into existence
By Oneg In The Arctic18 days ago in Poets
Cause We're on Top of The World, Dude
“We are the world, dude. Everything around us is just us on the outside.” “What?” “Like the trees dude, they’re just us but like stick figures with bushy-ass hair”
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a month ago in Fiction
Awakening Duality
Each morning song remnants cycle through half-opened eyelids (incomplete playlist) Mangled words linger on fingertips still desensitized by dissipating dreams (unfinished)
By Oneg In The Arctic2 months ago in Poets
The Ferocity of Wind
Have you ever seen the east arctic wind blaze through The ground an ocean floor, waves of frozen vapor slithering Ice snaking between thrice-covered stones and knee-high foliage
By Oneg In The Arctic2 months ago in Poets
Weathering the Storm
raspy lullaby lashes dawn snowflake crowns, sleep cradled in safe arms
By Oneg In The Arctic2 months ago in Poets
Joo'
I place my ear to the side of the metal bed frame Wait Listen Focus on the clanging that reverbrates between the poles
By Oneg In The Arctic2 months ago in Poets
Winter’s Cabin
shaking through desire cold toes, moan-, fireplace backdrop your heat, my blanket
By Oneg In The Arctic2 months ago in Poets
ta'ammul. Top Story - January 2026.
When I was about 7 or 8, I planted a tree on a land that’s not mine. It was part of a program, or perhaps, just a holiday inspired by colonization
By Oneg In The Arctic2 months ago in Poets
Set the Stage and-
The laundry piles up like nesting for the cats who choose marinated undergarments as headrests. Flip flops lay around haphazardly, coming and going as they please.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 months ago in Poets
A Body Weighed Heavy by History
They say shame dies in the light But when your lineage is littered with lit flares And hole-in-the-wall eye-blinding brilliance
By Oneg In The Arctic2 months ago in Poets
My Body Carries
I carry it in between my thighs, my steps, a shadow still moving forward. Peter Panned flitting through clouds seeking a land never yet seen.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 months ago in Poets