COME WHAT MAY

  • I’ve been standing in my own way long enough. Shame, guilt, and struggle. Shovel, burn and bury it on our riverbanks, with all the prayers of our saints. Can’t have growth without teardrops, loss, and blood stains. Let the sun, sky, and rain steel them all away, drown gravitational sin into sandy dust, there’s no…

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Absence

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RUPTURE

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Relic

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EXODUS

LEGACY

A body of work tracing life, love, and loss with a mind in constant motion. Splintering between conflict and stillness in pursuit of clarity, balance, and an inevitable reconstruction of self.

Duality and illusion blur lines between inner experience and external reality, reshaping permanent damage to released, fleeting states. Attempting control over a psyche that resists containment and static perception.

What begins as an attempt to hold on to a lived experience through poetry and prose gradually becomes an examination of the human condition.