Every week, I send a reason to pause. To feel. To remember you're alive.

Most things you read today ask for your attention. These poems ask for your presence. They're written for anyone caught between motion and memory — people who’ve sat at kitchen tables and border crossings, who’ve felt far from home even when close to it.

Once a week, you'll get a poem from me. No noise. No filler. Just something honest. Enter your email below. Let the words come find you.