Yall love when I talk shit… So here is a whole lot more. I name drop some of my old flings…

Poems Inside: 22

Signed: Yes — every copy is hand-signed by Chai

Note: Each book within The Bloodmire Library is handcrafted and independently pressed. These ain’t mass-produced stories; they’re tangible spells of preservation, printed by hand with care and intention.

Supporting The Bloodmire Library means protecting independent artistry and intellectual property; standing firmly in a world that often asks creators like me to compromise spirit for convenience. Every purchase sustains a space where Black magic, mythology, and imagination can thrive freely, untouched by corporate hands or systems that profit from oppression.

While these editions have been refined for a smoother, more condensed readability, their essence remains unchanged. The stories, poems, and world still beat with the same heart; only now, you can feel the pulse of the press itself in every page.

A slam poet’s journal… an unfiltered trip through the mind of a Black Slam Poet who saw too much and wrote it all down anyway…

Poems Inside: 20

Signed: Yes — every copy is hand-signed by Chai

Note: Each book within The Bloodmire Library is handcrafted and independently pressed. These ain’t mass-produced stories; they’re tangible spells of preservation, printed by hand with care and intention.

Supporting The Bloodmire Library means protecting independent artistry and intellectual property; standing firmly in a world that often asks creators like me to compromise spirit for convenience. Every purchase sustains a space where Black magic, mythology, and imagination can thrive freely, untouched by corporate hands or systems that profit from oppression.

While these editions have been refined for a smoother, more condensed readability, their essence remains unchanged. The stories, poems, and world still beat with the same heart; only now, you can feel the pulse of the press itself in every page.

I was called a Heretic when I was 17… Thought it was lit… So I kept it… Here is a collection of how I feel about Amurica….. truly.

A gospel for the damned. I spit sacred rage of a soul tired of being silenced…

Holy water won’t cleanse me…

Poems Inside: 16

Signed: Yes — every copy is hand-signed by Chai.

Note: Each book within The Bloodmire Library is handcrafted and independently pressed. These ain’t mass-produced stories; they’re tangible spells of preservation, printed by hand with care and intention.

Supporting The Bloodmire Library means protecting independent artistry and intellectual property; standing firmly in a world that often asks creators like me to compromise spirit for convenience. Every purchase sustains a space where Black magic, mythology, and imagination can thrive freely, untouched by corporate hands or systems that profit from oppression.

While these editions have been refined for a smoother, more condensed readability, their essence remains unchanged. The stories, poems, and world still beat with the same heart; only now, you can feel the pulse of the press itself in every page.

I was called a Heretic when I was 17… Thought it was lit… So I kept it… Here is a collection of how I feel about Amurica….. truly.

A gospel for the damned. I spit sacred rage of a soul tired of being silenced…

Holy water won’t cleanse me…

Poems Inside: 16

Signed: Yes — every copy is hand-signed by Chai.

Note: Each book within The Bloodmire Library is handcrafted and independently pressed. These ain’t mass-produced stories; they’re tangible spells of preservation, printed by hand with care and intention.

Supporting The Bloodmire Library means protecting independent artistry and intellectual property; standing firmly in a world that often asks creators like me to compromise spirit for convenience. Every purchase sustains a space where Black magic, mythology, and imagination can thrive freely, untouched by corporate hands or systems that profit from oppression.

While these editions have been refined for a smoother, more condensed readability, their essence remains unchanged. The stories, poems, and world still beat with the same heart; only now, you can feel the pulse of the press itself in every page.

This collection is what’s left when her voice is gone but her past moans won’t let you sleep.

Tender, messy, and bleeding sweetness.

Poems Inside: 18

Signed: Yes — every copy is hand-signed by Chai.

Note: Each book within The Bloodmire Library is handcrafted and independently pressed. These ain’t mass-produced stories; they’re tangible spells of preservation, printed by hand with care and intention.

Supporting The Bloodmire Library means protecting independent artistry and intellectual property; standing firmly in a world that often asks creators like me to compromise spirit for convenience. Every purchase sustains a space where Black magic, mythology, and imagination can thrive freely, untouched by corporate hands or systems that profit from oppression.

While these editions have been refined for a smoother, more condensed readability, their essence remains unchanged. The stories, poems, and world still beat with the same heart; only now, you can feel the pulse of the press itself in every page.

Yall love when I talk shit… This isn’t a cry for help… it’s a lullaby for those who hate me. A poetic spellbook for the ones who learned to rest where it’s cold and quiet.

Poems Inside: 12

Signed: Yes — every copy is hand-signed by Chai

Note: Each book within The Bloodmire Library is handcrafted and independently pressed. These ain’t mass-produced stories; they’re tangible spells of preservation, printed by hand with care and intention.

Supporting The Bloodmire Library means protecting independent artistry and intellectual property; standing firmly in a world that often asks creators like me to compromise spirit for convenience. Every purchase sustains a space where Black magic, mythology, and imagination can thrive freely, untouched by corporate hands or systems that profit from oppression.

While these editions have been refined for a smoother, more condensed readability, their essence remains unchanged. The stories, poems, and world still beat with the same heart; only now, you can feel the pulse of the press itself in every page.