Liora Wilson

Liora Wilson writes from the quiet cracks in people and systems—where pressure builds, truth hides, and transformation begins. A poet, fiction writer, and unapologetic cat whisperer.

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Now Available: Into the Fire, Volume I: The Pressure

Available for download now. Details below! Into the Fire, Volume I: The Pressure is my first full poetry collection. 21 pages of visual, layered poetry. Written in the mess of now, while still sorting through the weight of then. This digital zine explores trauma, exhaustion, gaslighting, burnout, survival, and the

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Now Live! Into the Fire, Volume I: The Pressure

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Coming in Hot: Into the Fire, Volume I

I’m running on fumes tonight, but I couldn’t go to bed without sharing a quick update. My first official poetry collection, Into the Fire Volume I: The Pressure, is almost ready to drop. It’s been a whirlwind putting this together: raw, visual, and honest. I’ll be

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Twirling Chainsaws and Writing Fire: Happy July!

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Musings & Mewsings

Pulse Check

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Transformation

Becoming

Resilience

Calling All Freaks

Going through life Always so different Than others around me Became deliberate Why not conform? Save myself trouble But that would chase boredom Cause me to stumble Why’s it so hard To meet those like me? I gave up on trying Never went bougie  To save my mind All

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Deepcut Reflections

Ten Years to the Day

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Grief

Last Butt Dial

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Social Commentary

Knee-Jerk

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Cats

Last Breath

Creativity

In the Wee Hours

She moved as if she was a zombie herself, scanning items and taking payments, completely lackluster and barely there… She was turned inward and very clearly expressed in her body language that she didn’t want to be there...or anywhere really.

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Social Commentary

Shuttle Reflections

Social Commentary

Uncommon Sense

Growing up, I always knew The meaning of common sense Such a constant, known by all It stood on no pretense As I aged, so did this term Was rendered obsolete Not so common anymore The concept took a backseat Now I see where it went wrong Consensus is its

Father's Day

Poetry by Dad

Beans, beans A musical fruit The more you eat The more you toot The more you toot The better you feel So, I eat beans for every meal When you're with your honey And her nose is runny You may think it's funny But it'

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Father's Day

A Father's Gifts

Father's Day

Dather's Fay

My dad had a wicked wit He’d always make me grin  He’d jiggle his ears And tell his wokes Words he loved to spin “Barking spiders” for farts Just one of his games He’d tease beans  And runny noses And remember names Stretch a dad joke for

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Newsletter

Happy June!

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No Kings Day

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No Kings Day

Present and Accounted For

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No Kings Day

Dangerous Fool

No Kings Day

The Balance

⚠️ CW: political themes Once there was chaos All clung to their own All for survival Fought back the unknown Through millennia They started to see Grouped all together Much stronger they’d be But over ages  “High-borns” stood apart Ruled over others Division would start Time and again they Sowed

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No Kings Day

TACO Man

Bike Life

Ride-Or-Die

Time to move Can’t wait! Hurry! Must get out the door Mind’s a blur It keeps stalling Wait! We can do more! No, not now Been stuck for days Leaving my cocoon The road calls Sun is shining Ride ‘til afternoon But what if The words demand As

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Social Justice

Dilution