Oneg In The Arctic

Joined June 2019

314 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

Water is Life ✊

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May Micro Fiction with QVV #MayMicroMaker
Did someone say we need to queer up Vocal? Don't worry, QVV is here! [insert rainbow lasers and pew-pew sounds] It's been a hectic time in the world and in our Vocal-sphere, but it's also been a while since we released a challenge. We've been a tad busy. Hosting open mics, running in-group prompts and activites. But we've figured its high time we reached out and gave you an idea to play with for a chance at some momentary fame and fortune.
By Oneg In The Arctic10 months ago in Pride
Dear Inanimate Lover
Dear Patient Paper Towel, You never cease to amaze me with your ability to always clean up my messes. Love, Your Wild Wooden Table With The Shaky Leg
By Oneg In The Arctic10 months ago in Fiction
Dear Dandy Dingy . Top Story - May 2025.
Dear Beat-Up Dandy Dingy, The holes you've left in my heart has brought on more water than the hole that rock punctured in you.
By Oneg In The Arctic10 months ago in Poets
Being Vocal Beyond the Vocal-Sphere
What happens when we search for connection and a way to support our communities around the globe? You get a night of poetry and love.
By Oneg In The Arctic11 months ago in Writers
history makes great poetry, history makes terrifying poetry, history makes great poetry,
my poetry aches to be let out like the scritch scratch of cat claws at 5am on bedroom doors its exhausting to be awoken by politics at that hour
By Oneg In The Arctic11 months ago in Poets
Out of the Textbox Bumbles
I return back to the strum of your voice a lulling that gives me sustenance and a reason to go on we are so lucky that we get to hear each others voice regardless of time and space
By Oneg In The Arctic11 months ago in Poets
Life Born from Death, Etc.
War always led to dire places. Surrounded by destruction, a lone musician, the sole survivor of a once-joyful quintet, played a minor key. From there it developed into a song of longing; for what once was, and for what could’ve been. It could’ve been better. It should’ve been. But humanity could be a real piece of shit sometimes.
By Oneg In The Arctic11 months ago in Fiction
we're doing the best we can with what we've got
i don't think im ready to talk about it but i want you to know im okay it's not something i ever expected how would i even
By Oneg In The Arctic11 months ago in Poets
Days Bleed On Unstopped
no, it hasn’t stopped innocent blood still runs down rubbled streets crushed red
By Oneg In The Arctic11 months ago in Poets
Heads Held High
Writing weighs heavy like the world news has been daily Executive orders straddle me purple bruised Peoples existence are getting wiped like crumbs of kitchen tables post crunchy toast breakfast
By Oneg In The Arctic11 months ago in Poets
To wake, or not to wake; that is the first mistake. Top Story - March 2025.
How deep is your love, how deep is youuur love- I need someone to shooow cause we’re living in a world of mmm keepin’ us down and we all shooo when I fee-”
By Oneg In The Arctic12 months ago in Humor
i bet the neighbours heard it too
Sweet notes of sex linger in the air A moanful memory Enticement and enchantment decorate like humming twinkly lights in dim
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Pride