Prose-poems, lyrics, and incantatory writing,
shaped by ash, transformation, love & loss.
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She Who Walks Between
What happens when balance, restraint, and the quiet authority that emerges when kindness is mistaken for permission. She stands between light and dark — unseen, until she is not.
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The Library
I return here when the world outside becomes too loud. The hallway stretches into a distance I cannot measure, lined with …
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Exhale.
And in that moment, you look at yourself with the softness you so easily give to others, but so rarely offer your own reflection…
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Everywhere
We never actually lost ourselves; we just had to learn how to come back. To the song, to the twirling, and to the light that has always been ours
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The Bridges In-Between
It’s true, not all of us who wander are lost. We slip between worlds, searching, exploring— summoned by the songs on the wind that call to us when we’ve stayed too long.
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Mirror Men
I hear a stirring in the attic like dry leaves skittering on bone. Something is moving up there. I stop beneath the opening and listen
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Night Pressure
It always begins in my rest. Such intimate cruelty. I wake to a shift in the air, something moving in the stillness as if heavy dust creeps around my room. I do not move. I listen. I watch.
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Between Battle and Breath
White heat through his spine. Breath smoking and eyes burning. And no rite to bring him home.
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A Waltz of Shadows
He pours the night into crystal; laughter spills like pearls across the violet nightfall. Time softens, light falters, and love dances at the edge of eternity. Step into the turning — one more waltz, past the end of time.