Magma Star
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Geologist and poet, author of 5 poetry collections.
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Meeting in the Middle of Life
Coming to terms with a love that arrives in the middle of life is a quiet revolution. It is a different kind of heartbeat—one that carries the weight of history, the faces of our children, and the scars of previous endings. After the illusions of youth fade, we are left with a simple, profound need for companionship that doesn't demand we erase who we were. In this part of my journey, I explore that delicate balance between the fulfillment found in my children and the specific, quiet yearning for a partner who understands the "middle" of the road.
By Magma Star8 days ago in Poets
The Illusion of Love
Following the peace I found in "The Encounter," I had to face a harder truth. Love isn't always a lighthouse; sometimes, it’s a mirror that reflects our own willingness to settle for less than we deserve. We often stay silent not because we are weak, but because we are trying to hold onto a ghost. This poem is about that delicate, painful threshold—knowing the lie, feeling the betrayal, yet choosing to stay for one more heartbeat, until the soul finally decides it has had enough.
By Magma Star8 days ago in Poets
The Encounter
There are mornings when the weight of the past feels like a thick fog. After everything I have survived—the battles with health, the quiet halls of loss, and the echoes of a life I had to leave behind—I found that my greatest fear wasn't the noise, but the silence. I was afraid that if I stopped talking, I would disappear.
By Magma Star8 days ago in Poets
170 Reasons Why I Refuse to Die in Silence
I used to think that silence was a form of protection. As an adopted child, you learn early on how to adapt, how to be what others need you to be, and how to keep your deepest questions tucked away in the shadows. You learn that belonging is a fragile thing, something that can be taken away if you make too much noise. But safety is an illusion that life shatters whenever it feels like it. For me, that shattering happened not once, but several times over, until the silence didn't feel like safety anymore. It felt like a grave.
By Magma Star9 days ago in Journal
I Am the Opposite of AI: My Emotion Is for Sale
Sitting in a small café in France, I watch the world go by through a rain-streaked window. People pass with their heads down, glowing screens in their hands, connected to everything but feeling nothing. We live in an era where algorithms predict our next word, our next purchase, even our next thought. But as I sit here, a geological engineer who spent fifteen years in the frozen silence of Northern Canada, I feel like a glitch in the system. I am a human being who feels too much in a world that is learning to feel nothing at all.
By Magma Star9 days ago in Journal
The Gels of My Life: A Ritual of Survival and Strength
Sitting here in Paris, watching the rain wash the city streets, I am struck by how much of our lives we spend trying to stay clean—not just on the outside, but within. The water hits the limestone buildings of this ancient city, and I think about the layers we apply to ourselves to withstand the weather of life. In a world of clinical solutions and quick fixes, I realized that my survival has been a series of rituals. I call them the "gels" of my life.
By Magma Star10 days ago in Journal
Five Kilometers of Truth
I hadn’t gone out for a brisk walk in two days. I didn’t feel like it. But that morning I felt something different — I really wanted to go. I dressed for jogging with that quiet sense of pride in choosing myself. My husband said we would go together, as usual. We set off. After a few steps, he told me to slow down. I asked why. He replied that he wasn’t dressed appropriately.
By Magma Star12 days ago in Poets
How I Forgot Him
How I forgot him. Years have passed and he is truly no longer in my thoughts. Sometimes he appears in my dreams, but more like a mistake — as if he stole someone’s role and suddenly appeared where he doesn’t belong. The truth is he is no longer in my mornings, days, or nights. Gone are the times when I was with him and when I left.
By Magma Star13 days ago in Poets
The Aesthetics of Silence
In a world where voice is often synonymous with strength, I have learned to appreciate silence. We live in an era of constant noise. From the moment we wake up, we are bombarded with notifications, news, opinions, and the endless chatter of social media. It seems that everyone has something to say, and everyone wants to say it louder than the person next to them.
By Magma Star14 days ago in Poets
