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A lawn picnic
An exile reflects on aging neighbors, a distant mother, illness, and the quiet erosion of time in a neglected townhouse complex.
Collected Works in Contemporary Art and Literature
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On the Artist and the Algorithm
AI art isn’t the enemy. It’s the next brush. There is no equity in art, only merit. You are either worthy of being seen, or you are not.
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Scars and words
“She taught me to sew scars shut with words, but every thread unravels in the moonlight.”
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Grief and grace
A luminous cycle of psalms, grief, and grace—bearing witness to kindness, war, exile, and the fragile pause before flight.
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On Social Media, or Why I Don’t Want to Publish Ghosts
A wake-up call to writers: don’t just write—show up, stand by your work, and stop hiding behind mystique.
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Paper houses
“Every time they moved, it became easier… to unfold the carefully creased seams and bend them back together, to reassemble their lives into something that appeared from the outside, whole.”
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Songs of Brel
A bittersweet voyage through longing, loss, and friendship—Herman’s luminous translations of Brel’s songs cast lyrical shadows on life’s fragile dreams.
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Ghost at the edge of the city
“We’re an ill-formed congregation of ghosts now and maybe always, with one simple goal: remember the way home and how it felt to have definable form instead of living each…
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On Writing an Author’s Bio
“We all read and are inspired — some with books, others with porn. It doesn’t make us special.”
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On the Kind of Poetry I Love
“What I want to publish has teeth. It cuts clean and close. It opens a wound and refuses to cauterize it.”
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Deviant Morality & NaNoWriMo
“Art is inherently human… To assume their life’s work should be abused for the sake of evolution is to discredit the sacrifices they made to fulfill those dreams.”