Loss recalibrates what matters. If something’s on your heart tonight, let it out.
What I Learned Today
Loss recalibrates what matters. If something’s on your heart tonight, let it out.
Loss recalibrates what matters. If something’s on your heart tonight, let it out.
Dust Me In Cinnamon
She
Storm Warning
Unbuttoned
Persimmon Moon
The persimmon moon climbs slow, sweet with fire…
A small poem of autumn stillness, where even the breath waits.
Flowers, Roadside
Wildflowers, Roadside
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They bloom where nothing should, holding flame against the grind of days.
A reminder that love, too, survives without permission.
Paper Wings
Some memories fold themselves into silence,
others take flight in small, fragile ways.
This one is for my nan.
Infinite
I have carried both halves for all these years.
What would you do with a love that never ended?
Atlas Moth
days of stone 