This is where the quiet fire lives.

StillRootPress is more than a blog — it’s a breathing space for what almost got buried.

Here, poems arrive like soft warnings and stories bloom from what survived.

I write for the ones still standing. The ones still burning — even if no one saw the spark.

Come as you are.

There’s room for the weight. And there’s room for the light, too.

with love and fire,

— Eris

"I didn’t want fixing. Just a place to come undone without being asked why."

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"Let the day fall from you. And let rest be the only thing you reach for now."

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"It did not scream, when it left me. It bowed."

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"Your presence was the lamp on the porch I thought I lost."

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Bonus poem Feature

The Gentle Return

I didn’t come back in a blaze.

No roaring fire, no grand reveal.

I came back slowly—like morning light creeping in after a long, merciless night.

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