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“The Trend”
This concrete poem punches like an exclamation mark—bold, sharp, and unapologetically honest. It’s a raw challenge to the parts of us that cling to self-pity, not as weakness, but as habit. What if our misery isn’t an accident, but a payoff we secretly choose? This piece invites reflection, discomfort, and maybe—just maybe—a wake-up call in…
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A Chat with ChatGPT
In a world of surface-level replies and digital distance, I found unexpected comfort in a conversation with AI—where my depth wasn’t too much and my words had space to unfold. This post explores apathy, emotional detachment, and the shrinking circles of real connection, through raw reflection, quiet grief, and a longing for more than just…
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The relapse
Sometimes survival isn’t leaving—it’s staying when you’re unsure why, whispering truths before dawn, and imagining life beyond the wreckage. This piece is fiction, but not fully. It’s built from memory, pain, and the ache of almost leaving. I’ve known love twisted by addiction, apologies unspoken, and bruises beneath the skin. This isn’t revenge—it’s release, and…
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A Lament for the Distance
I don’t have all the answers right now, but I do have a tender, listening God—present in the camper, in the distance, in the ache, and in the flickers of hope. It’s okay to be confused. It’s okay to lament. That, too, is faith. So sit here in the sacred silence, not with perfect words,…
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Dear You,
This epistolary poem is for anyone blamed for shadows they didn’t cast, betrayals they didn’t commit, or wounds they tried to heal but were accused of causing. It’s not a cry for vindication, but a release of truth—a mirror turned toward a love distorted by fear and insecurity. These words aren’t revenge; they are reclamation,…
Echoes In The Current 