TILL THE WORDS RHYME 
AND ALL OF US FEEL FINE 

POETRY AND PEACE

Welcome, wanderer of words.

This is not just a website — it’s a weathered journal of soul-scribbles, a hidden lantern flickering in the fog. Here, I gather the dust of dreams and the thunder of memory, crafting them into verses that breathe.

These poems are my hush and my howl. Born in the quiet hours, raised in the storm of thought, they carry salt from old wounds, sunlight from healing mornings, and echoes of things too tender to speak aloud. Some arrive as whispers, others as revolutions — all of them real.

This space is a map of my becoming. A garden where metaphors bloom wild and grammar bows to rhythm. Each piece is a conversation between the seen and the felt — a small rebellion against silence.

You are welcome to linger. To read, to feel, to remember that you, too, are made of stardust and syllables. Let the lines find you where you are — in stillness, in sorrow, in joy.

Thank you for being here. Thank you for listening.
This is my heart, in stanzas.