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Julie Evocative Durga
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Arithmetic of Inheritance
I was taught to trace my worth through percentages,
as if blood were a ledger that could balance itself clean.
They handed me maps drawn in ash and inked in contradiction,
told me to stand still inside the borders of someone else’s hunger
and call it history.
So I did what children do with impossible math—
I tried to become the answer.
I learned that my bones are not neutral ground.
They remember treaties signed with trembling hands,
and the silence that followed when those signatures meant nothing.
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Some of me arrived on ships that mistook distance for permission.
Some of me was already waiting on the shore,
counting names that would later be replaced with numbers.
Some of me was here long before any of us believed in ownership.
And I have spent my life trying to reconcile
what cannot be reconciled without loss.
They tell me I am “mixed,” as if mixing implies peace.
As if blending erased the sound of the blade.
But I have felt every fraction of me argue in my blood—
one voice calling it survival,
another calling it theft,
another refusing to speak at all.
If I am honest, I do not know how to pray for a history like mine
without someone somewhere calling it betrayal.
So I stop praying.
I start naming instead.
Land that remembers footsteps even when the walkers are gone.
Hands that built and hands that broke and hands that were never allowed to rest.
A continent stitched shut with cotton thread and broken promises.
A prairie still whispering the names of those it swallowed.
And me—standing in the middle of all of it—
not innocent, not separate,
not untouched by any of the hands that came before mine.
50% is not a balance.
It is a fracture line drawn through a living body.
And I am tired of being asked to soften it
so someone else can sleep beside the truth without waking up angry.
Because the math was never neutral.
It was always a story someone told
to make themselves feel like the hero of it.
50% of me stole land from 25% of me
in order to enslave the other 25% of me.
That’s fucked up.
Julie Evocative Durga’s timeline
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07 SunReceived a critique
on Arithmetic of Inheritance from @patrickgadoury
"This is strong. Title works too imo. The poem is trying to do math with blood / land / shame / history... which is already kind of impossible, and also the whole point. The ending is where it really hit me. The 50 / 25…" -
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05 FriReceived a critique
on Fragments of the Stolen Self from @Geezer
"me a couple of run throughs, but I managed to get through the ending, in a fairly smooth rhythm. I rather fancy myself as an orator of sorts, and story-telling mode is one way to get a good rhythm going. An orator needs…" -
05 FriReceived a critique
on Fragments of the Stolen Self from @nokros
".. resonating well with my inner self. Daring yet serene." -
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02 TueReceived a critique
on Born from a Comet's Prayer from @patrickgadoury
"I enjoyed this, especially once the poem turned toward your mother and father. There’s a soft, loving tribute underneath all the dream imagery, and the ending really landed for me. One area that made me read twice was t…" -
01 MonReceived a critique
on Born from a Comet's Prayer from @Geezer
"must be one of the busiest I've ever seen! it rambles over the landscape of imagination like a thing of great urgency. "So, if you ever find yourself lost between raindrops and radio static," My favorite line! ~ Geezer." -
01 MonReceived a critique
on Born from a Comet's Prayer from @Sen99
"This is an excellent tribute, enjoyable to read: Strong title, flow of imagery and ideas, nice word choices, engages the reader, nice poignant ending Well scribed, thanks for share Sen99" -
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Born from a Comet's Prayer
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About Me
About me
Julie Evocative Durga is a multi-genre author, poet, musician, singer, and artist whose work exists at the intersection of gothic mythic memoir, confessional poetry, and symbolic autobiography. Spanning memoir, children’s literature, self-help, romance, essays, and philosophical reflection, her creative voice transforms lived experience into layered narrative ritual.
Her writing and music blend personal truth with mythic structure, exploring identity, resilience, grief, and transformation through emotionally charged, symbol-rich storytelling. Many of her works include QR codes linking to curated playlists and original music on Suno, extending each book into an immersive, multi-sensory experience.
Drawing inspiration from celestial symbolism, archetypal mythology, and the sacred textures of everyday life, Julie’s work moves between shadow and illumination—where the personal becomes mythic, and memory becomes narrative spell-work. A Capricorn with a deep engagement in astrology and cosmic imagery, she constructs stories that sit between confession and creation, grounding transcendence in human experience.
Her work has earned international recognition, including advancing through a three-stage global competition to place among the top 100 U.S. writers out of nearly 17,000 participants, ultimately ranking #70 worldwide in Hashtag Kalakar’s global poetry and creative writing competition.
A loving mother, and devoted caregiver to her beloved dog Makwa, she is a mother with nothing to mother but a fur baby, writing from the lived terrain of love, loss, and rebuilding. Her work bears witness to the chaotic, sacred process of becoming—where survival becomes story, and story becomes transformation.
Location: Minnesota, USA, USA
Favorite Poets
Edgar Allan Poe and William Shakespeare
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