I Held My Moon
poem • • 2 min
the city surrenders its light, the mountain dissolves, and the horizon breaks. shoreline and tide, swan and shelter, an embrace large enough that no dawn is needed.
about
i write because i have to, not because i want to connect with anyone or change the world or whatever people say about writing.
this is just where i put thoughts when they won't leave me alone. poems when thoughts need rhythm. articles when i need to work through something longer. whatever form the thought demands.
if you find something useful here, good. if not, that's fine too. i wasn't writing it for you anyway.
sometimes they're dark, sometimes they're not. depends on the day, the hour, what's happening in my head. i don't curate for mood or message.
that's it.
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The same moon
poem • • 2 min
does the moon look the same from the other side of the world? questions folded like paper boats and sent to someone far away — different windows, one light.
Bring In the Plants
poem • • 3 min
if i had three lives, i'd marry you in two. a love poem about the unglamorous parts — arguments over groceries, apologies in three sizes, bringing in the plants before the storm.
tags:love, marriage, repair, domesticity