The same moon
poem • 2025-10-07
A tender correspondence across distance, asking whether the moon keeps the same face for different shores—paper boats of doubt, shared light, and one address for every kind of night.
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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Bring In the Plants
poem • 2025-09-21
A tender, steel-spined love poem that trades fantasy for upkeep: weather reports and warmed soup, chipped mugs and hard apologies, a lighthouse bulb replaced by trembling hands. Bring In the Plants is about choosing each other through storms and Tuesdays alike—turning forecast into care.
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nazm • 2025-09-09
For two days the youth rose against corruption and a blackout of their voices; the state fired live rounds, nineteen fell—children, classmates, chest and head shots. Today the regime crumbled, but as victory neared, opportunists hijacked the streets, turned grief into arson, and left a hollowed nation asking: what price this blood?