Poetry
You Are Asleep
She plunges into the wordless deep,where sight fades at the point of nothingness,and I have no…
Essays
The Gravity of Rubble
In February 2022, space ceased to be the passive backdrop of my life. It became aggressive…
Poetry
Tristitia Salutaris
You fall into the heights toward the very bottom,Where silver peace seals the spheres.The pupils swept…
Prose
The Three of Us
As you enter this morning, feel the weight of your bones. They are your only anchor.…
Poetry
New Citadels
In precise symmetry and strict geometry, time is linear irreversibility. Do not summon the past, long…
Fragments
Verticality in the Time of Horizontality
I press “publish.” The poem becomes a pixel. Equal among equals. Without memory of the months…
Fragments
Before the Name
Territory The boundary between sleep and day is a territory with its own laws. Here, grammars…
Essays
Sleep as Another Mode of Presence
We speak of sleep as absence. It begins where the day ends – and we consider…
Marginalia
Cultural Necrophilia
There are names that now mean two things at once. And this simultaneity is, in itself,…
Marginalia
The Right to Presence
Shame has an expiration date. It is impossible to apologize to the abyss indefinitely for standing…
Marginalia
Illicit Property
Shame begins with a clean sheet. It wakes before the owner and settles as a cold…
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