The Shelf
Poems
Small lines with long echoes, written to be felt, not rushed.
These poems aren’t asking to be understood all at once.
They live in the pauses, in half-finished thoughts, in light that lingers longer than it should.
Read slowly. Let them stay with you.
Seen
Modern gothic for the age of read receipts. Echoes Poe’s ‘The Raven’ but replaces the chamber door with a phone screen. The unease of being acknowledged but unanswered, where silence becomes a presence, ordinary spaces begin to feel like they’re watching back, and ‘Seen’ starts to sound less like notification and more like verdict.
The Hall
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