Cycle II feels like stumbling, blindfolded, through an endless cornfield in the dead of night, every rustle of the stalks a whisper of some lingering emotional truth I tried to bury, every shadow a wrestling match with the chaos inside my own head. It’s a journey from haunted reflections, where the past won’t let go, to desperately trying to embrace the duality of this existence—a desperate search for profound self-discovery that often leaves me just wishing some alien force would appear and simply take me away from the bittersweet, complicated evolution of becoming.

poetry collections

conversations with the ghosts i exhumed
astralgia
the time to ignore
in between the waves
ludic reverie
midnight sun
the hunt to decode

special releases

merry christmas not that i care

gallery