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There’s something about the way the wind moves through moss in the South. Not the Spanish moss tourists photograph, but the kind that hangs heavy and grey, like ghosts caught mid-sigh. It drapes itself over tree limbs like sorrow that’s settled in and made a home. The quiet here doesn’t feel empty. It feels like…
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The New Chapter has begun For years, many of you have stood alongside The Blasphemer Fanclub/L. Bachman Fanclub on Facebook, watching as this community blossomed and shifted like a tide of ink and shadows. Today, after a period of quiet reflection and creative rebirth, I am ready to turn the page. It’s time for a…
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There’s a certain kind of writing that doesn’t just tell a story—it opens a vein.It’s not always clean or careful. Sometimes it stings. Sometimes it stains.But when I write poetically—when I lean into the rhythm, the silence between words, the ache behind a line—I’m not just crafting sentences. I’m bleeding. This is the art of…
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This might sound a little clickbait-y—I know. But it’s not a lie, not really. It’s just a soft truth I’ve been dancing around for a while now. So here it is, plain and honest: My name is Lynn Lesher. Some of you know me better as “L. Bachman”, the name I’ve written under for years—the…
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On Discord, I have created a server called The Indie Stage. This server is meant to be a playground for creatives. I wanted to include all artist types, from writers to DJs, so that we can network together. Freelancers, professionals, and indies are welcome. I ran a soft launch over the last couple of weeks…
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For years, I’ve been doing recipe exchanges to add variety to my family’s meals,. Much of my diet now is different than what I grew up on. My mother loved cooking, but her favorite was baking. I grew up very poor, but one thing was for sure we never ran out of something to eat.…
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The heartbreaking vibrations that come from Eddie Vedder singing are keeping me company this morning. Of course, no morning can truly start without the brown warmth of my coffee mug. Never matters how hyper-focused I get on my work, my brain never hushes. Though I’m creating beautiful covers for possible future works, I still find…
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It was 1:20 am when I looked down. I saw the saddest of things. Droplets of brown creamy coffee were all that remained of my fuel.
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New people have been following my work and joining my social media platforms, showing their support! So, I wanted to return some of my previous work for poetry fans.
