Poetry
Stepping Back
Sometimes peace begins where our need for answers ends. The room grows still, the noise recedes, the branches I let go…
Collection 01
Poetry
Words that found their way to paper — the ones I lived, the ones I witnessed, and the ones that arrived uninvited.
03 pieces in this collection
Poetry
Words That Found Their Way to Paper
A poem rarely arrives in a hurry. It waits at the edge of the page until you are honest enough to look at it.
Poetry
On Reading Stepping Back Aloud
A note on why some poems are only finished when they are spoken, and what the mouth knows that the eye does not.
Collection 01
“I do not write to be read. I write so the moment does not leave without me.”