Katlina Sommerberg
@ksommerberg.bsky.social
Xe writes fantasy at the edge of the map, where human minds melt into ecosystems, falling feathers carry heavy messages, and animals remember what we’ve forgotten. https://sommerbergssf.carrd.co/ Gothic worlds. Mythic symbols. Surreal hearts.
They say pegasi can't fly in the rain. They say that bug was patched in the alicorn model. But, occasionally, I see an unlicensed pegasus gliding in a thunderstorm.
November 22, 2025 at 6:39 PM
They say pegasi can't fly in the rain. They say that bug was patched in the alicorn model. But, occasionally, I see an unlicensed pegasus gliding in a thunderstorm.
The alicorn’s genome is copyrighted. Flight is a subscription service.
November 21, 2025 at 8:07 PM
The alicorn’s genome is copyrighted. Flight is a subscription service.
I pray to a unicorn, any unicorn, to hide my soft throat from the wolves' fangs.
November 20, 2025 at 5:31 PM
I pray to a unicorn, any unicorn, to hide my soft throat from the wolves' fangs.
A unicorn weeps when near lithium. Pegasi molt feathers of data. Lithium is crystalized bones of the First Horses.
November 18, 2025 at 1:58 PM
A unicorn weeps when near lithium. Pegasi molt feathers of data. Lithium is crystalized bones of the First Horses.
They say unicorn blood stabilizes dreams.
No one’s been sober since. It wasn't supposed to be this way.
We were meant to feel the pain of our dreams. To want something so bad we chased our desires.
I don't like what I am becoming. I want to dream. I'll suffer the nightmares.
No one’s been sober since. It wasn't supposed to be this way.
We were meant to feel the pain of our dreams. To want something so bad we chased our desires.
I don't like what I am becoming. I want to dream. I'll suffer the nightmares.
November 17, 2025 at 4:30 PM
They say unicorn blood stabilizes dreams.
No one’s been sober since. It wasn't supposed to be this way.
We were meant to feel the pain of our dreams. To want something so bad we chased our desires.
I don't like what I am becoming. I want to dream. I'll suffer the nightmares.
No one’s been sober since. It wasn't supposed to be this way.
We were meant to feel the pain of our dreams. To want something so bad we chased our desires.
I don't like what I am becoming. I want to dream. I'll suffer the nightmares.
Pegasus runs on ethanol and prayer. When wounded, she weeps grace.
November 16, 2025 at 6:16 PM
Pegasus runs on ethanol and prayer. When wounded, she weeps grace.
Alicorn, ideal of all ideals, remember what we were before belief made us sterile.
November 15, 2025 at 5:54 PM
Alicorn, ideal of all ideals, remember what we were before belief made us sterile.
"Frog in the Data Stream" (by me) is out in Star*Line 48.4
And it's an editor's choice poem, free to read online.
sfpoetry.org/wp/starline/...
And it's an editor's choice poem, free to read online.
sfpoetry.org/wp/starline/...
a frog is sitting on a mossy rock in the water
ALT: a frog is sitting on a mossy rock in the water
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November 14, 2025 at 3:47 PM
"Frog in the Data Stream" (by me) is out in Star*Line 48.4
And it's an editor's choice poem, free to read online.
sfpoetry.org/wp/starline/...
And it's an editor's choice poem, free to read online.
sfpoetry.org/wp/starline/...
You envy my wings. Do not. When the storm comes, they are paper. You envy my iridescence. Do not. The humans call me rat-with-wings. My body is a nuisance.
Soaring on wind and smog,
Pigeon
Soaring on wind and smog,
Pigeon
November 13, 2025 at 1:35 PM
You envy my wings. Do not. When the storm comes, they are paper. You envy my iridescence. Do not. The humans call me rat-with-wings. My body is a nuisance.
Soaring on wind and smog,
Pigeon
Soaring on wind and smog,
Pigeon
In the wet labs beneath Olympus, the alicorn prototypes still beat their wings.
November 11, 2025 at 1:48 PM
In the wet labs beneath Olympus, the alicorn prototypes still beat their wings.
The alicorn is not born—it is manufactured from expectations, needlework, and misplaced hope. If you are a woman grieving the loss of girlhood innocence, submit your resume to our factory foreman.
November 9, 2025 at 2:23 PM
The alicorn is not born—it is manufactured from expectations, needlework, and misplaced hope. If you are a woman grieving the loss of girlhood innocence, submit your resume to our factory foreman.
Crunch crunch crunch. Crackle snap, joy. 🍂
November 8, 2025 at 4:01 PM
Crunch crunch crunch. Crackle snap, joy. 🍂
Unicorns graze on unspoken apologies and your little hurts. The horn is what grows from silence.
November 8, 2025 at 2:02 PM
Unicorns graze on unspoken apologies and your little hurts. The horn is what grows from silence.
Same. I need to take more photos of my local pigeons, especially since I am planning on kidnapping one (to be my next pet).
Feeling patriotic about being a New Yorker I finally organized all my pigeon photos but. High key ashamed this number is so low
November 7, 2025 at 8:51 PM
Same. I need to take more photos of my local pigeons, especially since I am planning on kidnapping one (to be my next pet).
Happiness is a pigeon roosting on the head of a focused typist. Contentment is the typist.
November 7, 2025 at 7:51 PM
Happiness is a pigeon roosting on the head of a focused typist. Contentment is the typist.
Outside, a dog barks at a flock of gossiping parakeets. That is a metaphor about control.
November 5, 2025 at 1:34 PM
Outside, a dog barks at a flock of gossiping parakeets. That is a metaphor about control.
Oh, to be a sunbathing pigeon. He preens. He snoozes. He watches pedestrians and cars behind the glass. Does he feel safe? I doubt he misses dodging the hawks and fleeing from cats.
November 4, 2025 at 6:10 PM
Oh, to be a sunbathing pigeon. He preens. He snoozes. He watches pedestrians and cars behind the glass. Does he feel safe? I doubt he misses dodging the hawks and fleeing from cats.
You can find yourself in the sea. The cold and salt slip into your skin, dissolve away the lies.
November 3, 2025 at 7:36 PM
You can find yourself in the sea. The cold and salt slip into your skin, dissolve away the lies.
Curious about my avatar? He's a little crow holding a cybernetic eye. The peanuts he's standing on? That's his paycheck for scavenging off a dead corpo. His full story is here: zooscape-zine.com/like-cha-cha/
Be Productive Like Cha-Cha – Zooscape
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November 3, 2025 at 1:47 AM
Curious about my avatar? He's a little crow holding a cybernetic eye. The peanuts he's standing on? That's his paycheck for scavenging off a dead corpo. His full story is here: zooscape-zine.com/like-cha-cha/