Writing
Poetry, short fiction, and prose from 2023 to 2026; most of it started as a few lines in my notes app.
As the Mountain Is
In the distance, a single jagged peak looms. My eyes yearn towards the horizon; I wish I could be as the mountain is.
The voyeur
He is alone in suffering but not in the room.
Selected poems
You are not but a voyeur, an intrusion in me.
Epilogue to The Pendulum
He tried to conquer time but in the end time conquered him.