Self

Cracking Open a Concrete Heart

Learning to love what can never belong to us

Poetry

Regulars

the barstool creaks under me
like it’s tired of my weight,
and the whiskey’s drifted
in this chipped…

Poetry | Tanka | Life

Current Problems

A Tanka Poem

Gifts of the Four Winds

A Not-so-Modern, Modern Fairytale

Don’t Call Me Beautiful

When you’ve seen but a fraction of my soul

False Confidence

Addicted to validation

The Pyramid of Lies

The War Against AI

Of Myself and Dark Stars

A poem of identity, self, vulnerability, and the cosmos

The Canvas

A Spiritual Poem

She believes the stains of her past 
On the canvas of her present 
Have ruined her…

Feed Me Your Fiction

Poem

“My real self is unknown. I create a myth and a legend, a…