The Strix

The Strix started as a group of seven talented bloggers who came together to stand as a one big happy family. The unconditional love within this group is endless, as much as it is powerful. However, members of a family are each unique individuals and need to be able to follow their own paths; follow their hearts and go where their souls direct them to go.

Two beautiful souls, who initiated the idea of The Strix and will always be a part of this family and therefor always have a place in our hearts, decided to follow a new path. We wish Cezane & Michelle love, luck and happiness at their new adventures life has to offer.
Kashaf, our youngest sister, needs also time to walk a different path for a while. In future she will join us occasionally as a guest-artist. Naturally we wish her also love, luck and happiness.

The Strix will continue to reach out to every beautiful soul in the world, like the sun does during the day, using art to express what’s real, whilst each individual rises to ideal.

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The Strix includes:

Patty Wolters – Kruidje-Roer-Me-Niet

Emily Clapper – Poet Girl Em

Zigyasa Kakkar – mySestina

Alpe John – The Juandering Artist

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And their works below:


Here’s to those who live by in this world one day at a time doing what the world asks of them. Who turned a struggle into an addiction and desire into compulsion. Those who spend every night on their bed, mind drowned in thoughts, heart unwanting to beat. . . You hold onto your wait … Continue reading Hope


Biological speaking an example is the butterfly. Evolve out of the caterpillar into a butterfly happens automatically, it’s a natural process. The caterpillar trusts in the power of nature, trusts her own instinct, and becomes a wonderful creature.


It’s never wrong to want something every day of your life, to chase, to find comfort in the uncomfortable, as you wait… As you dream…

Time Travel

“O ostium de tempus, exaudio ut mea vox. Patitur id anima ut transveho quod infinitus spatium de aevum. Ego iubeo vos, APERIO!!”


Shed For days she wandered along the trails in the woods darkened by life trials she only knew she was leaving not from where nor where to following rolling twists her destination moved


Starting where every haunted story starts. A dark room. I sat under the blanket, with my flash light on. The heat from the light made me sweat.