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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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“We’re an ill-formed congregation of ghosts now and maybe always, with one simple goal: remember the way home and how it felt to have definable form instead of living each…

“We all read and are inspired — some with books, others with porn. It doesn’t make us special.”

“What I want to publish has teeth. It cuts clean and close. It opens a wound and refuses to cauterize it.”

“Art is inherently human… To assume their life’s work should be abused for the sake of evolution is to discredit the sacrifices they made to fulfill those dreams.”

A tender meditation on loss and longing, where music fades in the absence of love.

“Ordinary gets you up and breakfasting, it carries you through the hard choices, and drops you like river gravel after the flood, shining in the sun”

We are bored. Bored of mainstream narratives, of ceaseless mumbling, of effortlessly click-and-publish words. Bored of opinion-sharing and provocation, of judgment without curiosity. And we are bored of the violence…

A poignant exploration of love, longing, and the push-pull of an enduring yet fractured relationship, set against the backdrop of nature’s quiet power.


Her metamorphosis quickened in my teenage years and when I turned eighteen, I walked into the kitchen and found her in front of the fridge with a pen balanced between…