Foreword by Lyia Meta It’s no secret that I’ve always been a sucker for period dramas and timeless classics. One story that has stayed...

Forward I haven’t done much reading lately—music takes up most of my time now. But many years ago, I was constantly buried in books. The...

Sundered and Reforged: What It Means to me. by Lyia Meta We don’t always break with sound. Sometimes the fracture is silent — a slow...

She didn’t ask for height. She earned it. Born under a sky of shoulds and shadows, she grew beneath Jupiter— beneath the knuckle of...

He called me by my name. No one ever does that. They pretend. They walk around me like I’m furniture with eyes. But he didn’t. He looked...

"Some lines don’t rise. They pull." - Lyia Meta The line bent, not up but down— a soft slope into ruin. It didn’t ask. It took. First, a...

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨...

Foreword Some people move through the world carrying more than what’s visible. You can feel it when you're with them. Like something...

Foreword As a child, I was completely captivated by the legends of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. I spent countless...

Foreword by Lyia Meta When I was younger, Greek myths filled the quiet spaces in my mind. I didn’t just read them—I carried them. I...

FOREWORD Memory, Fragility, and the Books That Stayed With Me I didn’t start with The Diary of Anne Frank. My first introduction to the...

Foreword by Lyia Meta There are songs that don’t just play—they echo. They follow you through time, quietly altering the way you see...

Foreword by Lyia Meta Many years ago, I became utterly absorbed in the story of Jeanne d’Arc, better known to many as Joan of Arc.¹ Her...

Foreword by Lyia Meta Some time ago, I came across a film that left a lasting impression—Burnt Offerings, starring Karen Black. It wasn’t...

Foreword When I was a little girl, you would often find me drawing elaborate pieces of ‘art’ in the sand, on the school blackboard when...

The Death of Socrates by Jacques-Louis David Some dreams come with a price tag. And I don’t mean the kind you can swipe a card for. I’ve...

In skies of ash where shadows play, Hope often hides, but then finds a way. Softly, a glint so slight, I may Break through the gloom with...

As the year draws to a close, I find myself reflecting on how much has changed—not only in the world around me but within my own life and...

There once was a girl, so strong, For whom "tired" was never in her song. Indefatigable, true, With a million things to pursue, She’d...

Dreams and trials entwined Each day turns hope to true light— I am all I seek. I am everything I set out to be. ©Lyia Meta All rights...