Walking through your head.

Last week was my birthday. While normally I wouldn’t make it into a thing, to this one friend it was a pretty big deal. I’d told Mollie just the day before in passing. We’d been talking about our parents and how I hadn’t really gotten a chance to visit since coming to the city. She’d…

Q: Who are you? A: My name is Aurelia Walker, I was born in small town Wisconsin and moved to NYC in 2020. I run ‘One Touch Investigations’, a self owned firm dealing in cases regarding the supernatural. Q: What’s it like having magic? A: Magical. I can’t say I’m fond of it, but I’ve…

People always ask me: “Aurelia, why do you always wear gloves?” They act like it’s strange, but what they don’t understand is that, besides them being necessary for me, gloves are a year around accessory. Now I’m not one to accessorize, but I can at the very least acknowledge that gloves are not just for…

If you’re wondering how the pandemic has been treating me, I’ll give you a run down. I didn’t get out much in the first place so I definitely haven’t been hit as hard as some people. Lucky for me as well that I settled into my new place just before things got as bad as…

Dancing amongst the fae regalia My soul floats the interstice in the palace of mind Don’t lose yourself Aurelia Lost within the aria A song for one’s self, often less than kind Dancing amongst the fae regalia Morbidly alluring is their mania But frivolous it is, so lay curiosity aside Don’t lose yourself Aurelia Glittering…

Ever since I moved to the city I’ve struggled with keeping any of the house plants I get alive. This apartment doesn’t exactly make it any easier considering I’m sleeping halfway underground, with only a high bar window. Sometimes I don’t know why I bother, but my mind always comes back to an old friend…

Sometimes I wonder what I would’ve ended up doing if I didn’t have my powers. I’ve had friends jokingly tell me I should become an artist, but I don’t know. I wonder if I’d gone to art school if I could have made something of it. Part of me regrets not trying for that now,…

Six feet under? I’m halfway there Thousands buried fighting to stay above ground pressed against the bars for air of the enclosure where little else can be found Six feet under, I’m not alone The asphalt blood and sidewalk bone wrap like ribbons around my neck funeral for the small town wreck Six feet closer,…

For the past decade or so I’ve had this one recurring dream that always sticks with me for a few days after. Many things have changed about the dream over the years, but what remains constant is one character in it. In my dreams there’s always a woman. Sometimes she looks like a bug wearing…

There are so many fancy and expensive places around the city that I will never have the opportunity to visit, but frankly I’m not really interested. Taking the time to look around, you can find so many small little homey places to eat. Not to mention the godsend that is the bodega. I would have…