Category: Writings

You Will No Longer Live in My Head Rent-Free — So Fuck Off Excerpt from the poem: Notice of Eviction from the book “Loud Enough For The Stars”, get yours on...

You know so little you know about me, and yet somehow you confidently claim to know me. To follow my work. To understand me. To be proud of me. To even...

Poetry isn’t about structure or rhyme—it is about truth set on fire. They said I cannot write poetry— but they mistake structure for truth. Poetry is no prisoner of rules— it...

This is not one of your sanitised fairytales. I did not stumble into Wonderland; I descended — through silence, through pain, through your cold indifference, until I struck a wasteland of...

I did not ask for your pity—for pity is hollow. What I sought was your hand in helping me rise from a dire circumstance. Had you no intention of offering that,...