Nicole Ariel

Meet @errdayfly part of Fellowship Cohort 12. Nicole is Founder of @proofedandproven which helps thought leaders and changemakers transform complex ideas into polished, accessible, and impactful writing. Be sure to support Nicole’s company and follow along as we continue introducing the founders of Fellowship Cohort 12.

Wow, what an amazingggggg experience participating in a @mothstories Storytelling Intensive workshop these past two weeks through the @centerforcreativitytulsa . I finally told a story that's been weighing on my heart for many years, the story of my family's experience with eminent domain. It'll never be okay, but storytelling is part of the healing. Listen to my story at fateweavers.blog!

Our last Homegrown of 2025!! Join us for poetry by @errdayfly and @crys_sandiego ✨ We are First Friday’s ONLY Open Mic!! Hosted by @clairitysee Bring your songs and jokes and poems! See you there, sweeties!! 🌈

Relationships are like thighs. They start out smooth, then they get a little lumpy, but without them, you don’t have a leg to stand on. ~The Incomparable Sylvia Fine (“MORRRRRTYYYYY GET OUTTA THE BATHROOM,” also Sylvia Fine)

A reflection on my time in #guatemala @historiasunknown #eduardogaleano #openveinsoflatinamerica RIP to the survivors of ethnocide

Hoo, this was a tough one to post. As some of you know, my family's home was stolen through eminent domain in 2006. This poem came out of that hurt. To learn more, and to see the original images of my family and our farm in this post, visit @rutgersu tgers.edu/jewish-agriculture/faith-rost/ @essaytch pictured here, cheesing 😁 #poetry #openmic #tulsa #piscatawaynj

An oldie but goodie #poetry #openmic @ridewithgabi Photo cred to @natgeo , a young child's hands dyed blue in an Afghanistan factory; an image I remember from a high school subscription to the magazine🙁

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I had a lot of complicated thoughts at @tulsabae 's #ekphrasis workshop (sponsored by @artistscreativefund waddup) at the Philbrook this weekend. Of course I didn't take pictures of the pieces I wrote the most jarring #bars about 🙄 but you'll have to make do with some stellar pieces I saw. And enjoy some lines I jotted down anyway 👏😋 -- "Untitled" by Dan Namingha (not pictured here): An eerie mask: slits for eyes, 3D: Are these particles or waves? Lines blurry, fear in the mouth and clouded shrouded aura red like smeared lipstick in the night. A sack depicts a robe, a priestly body, a witch: much wisdom beneath the clothes, caged. Hopi hair, two bulbous buns choked off in the center. Turquoise necklace and a neck extending the cursed pinched mouth upwards in an emphasyma hole: gasp The spirit the figure, rising, dissolves in smoke in steam in reverie. -- Bronze sculpture of an "Indian" in repose, tracing a sundial with an arrowhead. Dust pools in the crevices of the stone beaten and malleable like the antique lamp my grandmother left to me on her bedside. My sister has its twin. I think, "I want something like this in my home." "He can't be owned," I argue back. I just want to look at my leisure: his sinews, his limbs casually draped over the ground, frenetic all flesh. I peer at his back because I think no one has looked at it in a long time, faced as he is to the front. Blocked by a table: gauche, perverse, the naked skin and flesh I want to grab in his haunches. His coy position a remembered lover, obscene, serene. I walk away, a longing stretched in my chest, light gone from his eyes. -- "Realizing the Dream," a portico? The word appears as suddenly as the dream in my vision. The Philbrook mansion's in perfect symmetry. It earns a gold star, a pat on the back, its grade? A+ The true test of beauty: predictability in the beaux-arts style. We got together while you were out and decided, yes, the chiaroscuro clown face, black-spotted hands, crucifix-carrying arms were infallible; but lithograph outside the lines, Apache warriors sneaking the cavalry's horses in flight were not. And yet, in 2025 museums crawling with kids, let's call them art.