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Make beleive
Three poems trace addiction, exile, loneliness, and memory through surreal images where writing becomes a ritual of survival.
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Three poems trace addiction, exile, loneliness, and memory through surreal images where writing becomes a ritual of survival.
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“They walk, the drops falling / like punctuation / on their decisions.” A quiet confrontation with truth, where rain doesn’t cleanse—it reveals.

“Like boulders surrendering to time / and mountain streams that through them whet / their bulk to granules of regret…”


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.

A luminous cycle of psalms, grief, and grace—bearing witness to kindness, war, exile, and the fragile pause before flight.

“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.”

A bittersweet voyage through longing, loss, and friendship—Herman’s luminous translations of Brel’s songs cast lyrical shadows on life’s fragile dreams.