Halfway around the world, the journalists are saying goodbye — not with press releases, but with poetry, final voice notes, and aching goodbyes to a world that barely listened. This piece holds the names and words of those still documenting genocide with nothing but a camera and a heartbeat. It is not a tribute. It is a witness.
Category Archives: River and Celia
”Sound of the Underland” is a captivating blog series featuring original stories and poems by River and Celia in Underland. This collection showcases their unique voices, blending elements of fantasy, introspection, and raw emotion. Each piece invites readers into a world where the boundaries between reality and imagination
original stories, poetry, River and Celia in Underland, fantasy literature, introspective writing, emotional storytelling, creative fiction, imaginative narratives.
Dispatches from the Void. X.II
This week brought cobbled streets, cursed arcades, and a ceramic cat at the till. But beneath the joy—rage. We write about Gaza, grief, and why we’re building an unapologetically human, justice-fuelled flash anthology called Salt in the Wound. Because silence is complicity. And we are not quiet people.
Desdemona’s Handkerchief: The Plot Device for Writers.
Desdemona’s Handkerchief is a trilogy of website offerings for writers, poets, and beautiful ghosts.
From the minimalist Softcover to the fully layered Tombe, each site is custom-built to feel like a story — not a sales page. No templates. No jargon. Just strange, tender, writerly homes.
Woman in Two Parts
A poem in two voices, two bodies, and one shared inheritance.
Woman in Two Parts explores identity beyond binaries—through violence, transition, reclamation, and radical self-love.
Where one part breaks, the other rebuilds.
Where one erases, the other remembers.
Together, they ask: what remains of “woman” when the world tries to define her for you?
Dispatches from the Void. X.I
Rain, rabies, and ridiculous returns. This week’s mood? Bureaucratic despair with a side of soggy capitalism. But hey—we’re still packing, still protesting, and still clinging to the dream (and maybe a cat).
Dispatches from the Void. V.II
This week in Underland: emotions ran high, the zine went live, and the cats were… unimpressed.
Poe staged a silent protest over font choices, Akela launched a full investigation into the suspicious movement of the red chair, and Mowgli may or may not have forgiven Rodgit (the jury is still napping).
Also, we might be moving. Probably. Eventually.
The Underland Review
The glitch won.
Normal content has been corrupted.
Issue One of The Underland Review: This Zine is a Lie is now live — 57 pages of poetry, prose, art, and soft monsters from the margins of the algorithm.
Pay what you want. Hold it in your hands. Or vanish into the archive.
Xquity™
“Turns out gills work. You’re welcome.”
In a world where the rich breathe easy underwater and the rest are left gasping above, a rogue tech designer, a sanctimonious ex, and a sarcastic borg might be the last hope for redemption. Corporate theology, biotech betrayal, and underwater rebellion collide in Breathing Is For Closers.
Dispatches from the Void. V.II
Forgiveness is a process — especially if you’re a cat. This week, we navigate birthday dread, garden triumphs, and the slow but surreal shift toward our future in Thailand. There’s wine, weed wackers, and a temporary job at (possibly fictional) Amazon. Honourable mentions were won. Sausages were offered. Love, as ever, persists.
Objects of Mild Enchantment
A cryptic corridor of original art prints forged in the depths of Underland to story editing that slices with precision and care, every piece we offer is hand-crafted with chaos, clarity, and charm. Our books? They bite back.
