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“Some loves we live, and some we carry – gentle ghosts that whisper of roads not taken, teaching us that even an unlived love can fill a life with meaning.”

“I let my turtle out, its eyes the pallid skin Of the moon, its tiny body heaving across Mountains. It reaches the sea, looks up at me, Foam curdling on…

Three elegiac poems trace abandonment, inheritance, and fragile resilience through myth, memory, and the natural world.

A reflective collection of poems and prose tracing first love, storm-lit highways, winter journeys, and the quiet claiming of self through writing.

A lyrical journey through grief, memory, and mysticism, where loss seeks form, and fleeting beauty becomes a sacrament of the soul. “It was just a lamp, a tree in rainfall,…