Writing
Words that
earn their space.
Some things become poems.
Some become observations
Some become questions that refuse to leave me alone.
Currently Holding
grief without urgency
where boundaries end and distance begins
why some patterns survive explanation
what happens after becoming
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From the Archive
Not every piece belongs to the present moment. Some remain where they were first written. If you’re curious about the path that led here, you’re welcome to wander.
Nothing here is published for consistency.
Only for clarity.