Category: Fia Naturie

I AM HERE

I have been floundering for the past couple of months. Could not find my footing on stable ground.

You must think that it is normal for people to go through this. It could be I do not know. Something happened recently that reminded me who I am. Which also reveals a fault of mine.

I see the best and the possibility of who people can be. Not seeing what was really going on.

It is easy to blame me. So, they did. Yes, you read right. They. So, I decided the best course of action is to stay with my mini circle. I know who they are and they know me without judgement, because I am not perfect, but I am not the scape goat either.

I have a friend who every once and awhile asks “Where are you?”

That is not asking about me physically but mentally. I need that sometimes because I get lost trying to be someone I thought they wanted. Enough of that.

I am writing this here because I am inconsistent and I need to change all of that and need to focus.

The year is almost up and I should have completed a couple of projects already, but I have gotten lost. I am back now and I am going to take you with me on my journey. Poetry is coming and Stories.

This is my heart, my love and my passion.

I have not said this line in a long time, but it is fitting to bring it back.

Let us stroke the fire until it burns, my fire starters. Fia Naturie is back.

A Tear

A tear eluded its captivity

Without a moments hesitation

Enough brutality was served

Still, it held its ground

Until opportunity presented itself

Verbal beating

Lands and rips

Tight skin pops

Muscle bunch bracing for impact

Provocation was not given

Permission was not given

Penance was not given

Absolution was not given

The only form of healing

Was escape

Curled up internally

Is the innocent

Coming Close

Hello to all of you. I think you have noticed that my platform aesthetic is changing. I am coming closer to what I want it to be.

I want it easier to see what you want and what you enjoy. Those of you who like my poetry will get that. There will be two forms of it. One Title E.P. stands for Erotic Poetry and the other will be Poetry. Why the separation? There are those who to not favor erotic kind of poetry. Both are powerful forms, but some just do not favor it.

That being said my stories are still going to cater to the adult form with the rating with the title. Every post will have a rating and when it gets explicit it will have the rating the coincides with it.

I have been hinting for a while that I have a surprise for all of you. Here it. I have started a mail club for writers and poets. You may wonder why I would start this and why can’t I just post everything online. I wanted to do something that would bring me closer to you and give you a smile to receive something in the mail from me.

What you will receive is a letter from me, A short story that will go with the theme of the month, two prompt cards. Each specifically geared towards what you lean towards in writing and stickers. I post the update of where you can sign up for this.

The club is called H.F. Post Society

I remember having a pen pal when I was young and I was excited to receive those letters. I want you to get excited to receive a letter from me.

Please bear with me as I work on this platform. Till the next we meet keep stoking those fires. Fia Naturie.

Maggot Soup

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Calvin and Hobbs Sunday comics

Hello everyone. You maybe wondering why I started off this way?

I was thinking that we are all in one form another are being fed maggots. It really wasn’t maggots. It was rice soup, but you get what I am saying, I hope.

We, as a society, are always changing and evolving.  Listening to a YouTuber, podcaster, on my way to work. She was talking about how AI is taking over the way we write.  And she is not the first to state this, but what I found fascinating is that she is looking for writing to have some kind of typos in it. Not to criticize it but just to see the human element.

The human element. We pride ourselves on always advancing our knowledge and finding new ways of doing things.  There’s nothing wrong with that. But who is the gatekeeper or the person who’s going to say, “slow it down? You’re going too fast,” and our society is going to be in trouble because we don’t know when to say when or when to take a breath.

I am the owner of a short story and poetry magazine.  A couple of the writers were complaining, “Oh, I see a typo. I need to fix it.” You as the writer or the human, if you want to fix your writing. So be it. Fix your writing.

That is your choice, and we are perfectionists with what we put out. But what about those readers who likes to see mistakes and imperfections. “Oh, this is actually from the writer. This is not something that AI fixed or changed.”

We all need to take a breath because we’re going too fast. Moving like they say in the science fiction hemisphere, at the speed of light, if not faster.  In this world of Cars that do not need a driver now or automatic correction to words that you’ve never seen or did not intend to be on the page makes you wonder, why are we doing this to ourselves?

As children, we like to invent and create. As adults, we like to invent and create. But as an adult, is it always fun to invent and create when it’s at the detriment of us losing our own style and nuances in the way we write and convey what we think? Not anti AI, just anti losing who we are.

This is just me and my thoughts. 

Sorry?? (poem)

What does the word even mean

An apology that is supposed to be given when felt

The word does not erase the feelings

That absolute absurdity of it

As a child you were made to say your sorry

Looking in that same child’s eyes 

There is not an ounce of remorse

Confusion

Anger

Adolescents are no better

Sorry rolls off the tongue to remove you from sight

Why say the word when they have done no wrong

Too sensitive

Delusional

Adults are a quagmire of word play

Rather the meaning of the word sorry

Sorry that you were caught…

Sorry that you heard it that way….

Sorry that you are having difficulty…

When are we going to realize

Sorry is only believed when the soul feels it

Within we have a natural detector to know when it is true

And when it is false

I have lived a life accepting and giving, sorries

And in this life time

Short as it is

I felt the truth

And given my truth

I feel such sorrow

For all of humanity

Because sorry cannot erase the damage/the carnage

Still, sorry falls from lips with no remorse, just avoidance

Count Down Surprise

Hello, fire starters. I have been holding back a secret that I can now share with you. (Well… I have other secrets too…. not ready to share though)

I will be attending BOOK CON 2026 at New Yorks Jacob Javits center. It will be 4/18 and 4/19. This convention will show case traditionally published authors and indie authors.

I will have a table representing Hypo Frost Magazine and my e bookstore. Not only that. I will have my own published book Rum Over Whiskey there.

I would be doing a disservice by not saying that I did try to reach out to authors on WordPress to see if they would like their work to be placed on my table and in my bookstore.

Unfortunately, I think they may have thought I was a scam or bot. I will try to reach out again. If you are curious about me and what I do. I will be officially starting a newsletter. I did try a test run, and it was ok but with all new things it takes time to master.

I am so excited to share this with all of you. Until next post. Have a great day.

Hey You Guy’s

I have great news. I will have a table at Book Con 2026′. I am freaking out about it.

I will be representing Hypo Frost Magazine and Bookstore, and Stars Rite. A writing community. My table will represent both. Those writers who are published will be on the table.

I will post some pictures so you can see and tell all of you about the experience. That is it for now.

Fia.

Masseuse on a Mission

Have you ever had a massage that was so intense that the muscles in your stomach cramped up.

OMG

The woman almost had me begging to stop. I needed the massage for my back, but my stomach was protesting.

When she decided to climb on the table to get really into the muscle, I slammed my hand on the table giving the sign that you won. I give up. All athletes recognize that sign.

Maybe she never seen Wrestling or Mixed martial arts. There was no white flag to wave in surrender.

Then I heard it the buzzer saying our time is over and my body is my own to torture as I please.

I considered calling for help because I am pretty sure several bones snapped and normally that relieves some of the pain, I had a sneaky suspicion that my skeleton was not going to hold up my frame.

I was going to go down hard. Fine…I will survive. This is just my way of saying “I paid for this. Why am I complaining?”

My opinion on Word Press

I have been trying different platforms to see how they differ from Word Press. I am going to say this.

There is so much more engagement in readership here than in any other platform. I gave the other platforms ample time before I came to this conclusion.

Word Press people at least attempt to reach out once in a while verbally but their likes are worth a lot. It means even though they may not know what to say or they are uncomfortable speaking to a stranger they like your content enough to give it a star.

I have been posting stories and now poetry here for a long time. I have seen the difference. No one has to like what you do that is not what I am saying. What I am saying is that people want to see that they are at least being seen. The count that shows who seen the work is a great indicator.

I have closed down the sites because I know that no one is even trying to give new people a read. That is why I noticed that “influencers” have been pushing their platform hard and the point that they are being sponsored.

I could leave it there, open and forget about it but why? There are too many things created and left for dead. I would rather bury it and move on.

I am sure people have other sites they write on and that is cool but I find it strange that these site claim to be the best with getting traffic to you post.

That is all that is on my mind today. Have to work on my spoken word poem to post on my site. Have a good night.