I’ve always found it easier to bleed through poems—quick sparks of feeling, shaped by rhythm and breath. But prose… prose is slower to light. It asks for a steadier flame, a deeper surrender. Here in this space, you’ll find stories both real and imagined: fragments of memory, glimmers of fiction, and reflections that hover in the space between. My prose carries the same pulse as my poetry—moody, metaphor-rich, and tender with truth. It’s where I learn to sit with the fullness of my voice, to craft shape and shadow from sentences, and to invite you into the quiet rooms of my heart and mind.