Cycle III whispers of the soul's raw unfolding, a testament to shattered hearts finding worth in their own breaking. It delves into the quiet ache of unspoken truths, where memories cling like mist and pain returns with a familiar song. From the defiant current of words to the silent unravelling at 3 a.m., these collections trace a path through grief and longing, ultimately seeking the eternal echo of connection amidst life's tender, transformative depths.

poetry collections

CHRYSOBERYL
atrimere
rivers running backwards
the spaces where my voice once lived
rivers running backwards

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