Author Archives: Julia Posz


By | August 31, 2019

Love; what is it? Can we feel it? Crave it? Create it, some are so lucky. I often now look back at the last almost two years of my life- I question, what am I doing?   Some don’t even believe in God, Dear God, Oh my god, He is so is so, They’re Godless,… Read More »

Intimate Poem Collection

By | August 15, 2019

There is nothing more wild and free, Than a woman who is perfect sacristy with her body.   Welcome to 2019.  Where we advocate for all women to feel like queens no matter what size the inseams of our jeans maybe: So tell me; why does a little girl, With a lot of mommy’s help, … Read More »

The Bee’s and Nerves of A Bay Area Writer

By | August 6, 2019

Well,   This has happened more times than I can count. Where, eventually, I go back to the typing board and start from square…1? Well, I mean not really because at least writing isn’t doing cocaine and we all know how bad that one goes for me. I love my friends, but they all suck… Read More »

2319 and Other Outbreaks

By | August 1, 2019

I would like to consider myself to be one of those females who truly tries to commit to the person and not the image. For those that have been lucky enough to come into my room, did you see any placement of reflection? Godless. With a spirit of fire. – Ms. Julia Katherine Moyer Posz… Read More »

Meeting The 6’4s In San Fran: 2019

By | July 19, 2019

In my young and overly judged generation; many hold goals and dreams that elders and other generations cannot understand- simply due to the fact that time was not on their time to enlighten this era of interest for those today who had dreams that only they can understand.    I, am one of these youngings. … Read More »

Ding Dong: Karma

By | July 11, 2019

From The Desk Of Julia Posz  May 18, 2019  “The following is self-diagnosed.  However, the most reliable source comes from the holder of…the potential disease.  I don’t like stupid fucking labels that I know are put on girls who haven’t healed like I have from their experiences.  I will be forever subjecting myself to let… Read More »

A Philosophers Thought

By | November 11, 2018

As a philosopher who studies existentialism, I believe in existence, not essence. I believe in free will, over determinism. However, there are those times that the most life-saving coincidences have occurred in my life. And then, those situations that are not as much live saving, as they are puzzling.   My mind can trail as… Read More »

An Opinionated Love Column By Julia Katherine

By | October 14, 2018

What is love? The intoxicating, deadly and ancient term still holds no set definition. Only a guideline of commonly shared symptoms among those who have been“bitten by the love bug.” That cute phrase has more meaning behind it than given credit for. The “love bug,” is a wise old tale that little girls learn growing… Read More »

Where Is She Coming From?

By | September 20, 2018

Her eyes, Widen at a subject that she wishes she could just forget. Her neck, Her pulse raises, After every text she gets. All we do is lie, All we do is think of the feelings that we hide, All to protect our made up pride. California was never meant for me to call home,… Read More »

Where Has She Been? An Update

By | August 29, 2018

Dear Readers, It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? The summer sun is starting to set and leaves are preparing themselves to fall from their branches. School sessions have begun and bells for the first period have already rung. I am glad to see my fingers dance across my keyboard once again. It’s the only dancing talent… Read More »

The Princess and The Yellow Brick Road

By | June 25, 2018

Don’t think I don’t remember the pain that embedded itself into every one of my membranes. Don’t think that I still have to shut off my head because certain memories sound like a shot gun instead. Don’t think I don’t have those intimate evenings that flash themselves so vividly, it feels like some nights I’m… Read More »

Nightmare Passing

By | March 8, 2018

What I saw is true, That if I couldn’t screw, You would have never manipulated yourself into my bedroom. I had been standing there for two years And I hate that I question why I should have gone with the right thing but got caught in the left hook of your thorn ridden wing. A… Read More »

Timor Luman Metus

By | February 26, 2018

This is a story of how an astronomers son fell in love with the moon goddess. Ever since he was a boy, Ryan Masters had been captivated by the night sky and all it beholds. Ryan’s father said there were a million stars in the universe, but only one moon. When saying this, Ryan’s father… Read More »


By | February 20, 2018

Make love to a couple grams To empty hands Make up for a couple sniffs Curling up, feel so stiff Waking up Saying, Wait Wait a second I’m evaporating in front of my eyes She wants to live today She wants to listen today The snow is melting away now Clarity The snow is turning… Read More »

Trauma Teachings

By | February 7, 2018

TRIGGER WARNING: Contains material of sexual abuse I find my work is enveloped in an essence of darkness. We all know that any journey ends when the break of dawn seeps through every crack, Every crevasse, Light trickles into the iris’s of my eyes- Sweet lass, The best part of being broken, Shattered glass, Is… Read More »

Moonlight Madness

By | February 5, 2018

Sweet dreams are made from sober dazzling inseams, Those seams were once clogged by cocaine fog. Where are your words, little writer? He taunted you; “aren’t you a fighter?”. Has your magic pen run out of ink and power? Or is it that your mind is in limbo, Trying to figure out where to go.… Read More »

Never Meant For California

By | January 28, 2018

You were drawn to me, Pretty and smart, You once, Multiple times, called me, A Work of art. I met you in California, We both know this state is, And never, Was, Home for ya. I told you that my heart was frozen over. But that I could still be your lover. We both sing… Read More »

Breaking The Habit

By | January 22, 2018

When do you honestly like yourself the most?  And when I say, “the most,” I am not just referring to a fun night, that is now a memory on your Instagram. Nor something of substance, or instant gratification of any sort. What is it in life that comes from yourself, that makes you like, or… Read More »


By | January 21, 2018

Today I came out from a haze It was a Sunday.   I know my wildfire persona has been tamed But I have never laid in my bed   In pain   Feeling absolutely mundane.   Being as low and hallow   But still acknowledged and admired.   Like the momentary nostalgia and comfort on… Read More »