A codex of original fiction, fractured worlds, and human quiet. Fiction and essays about memory love cities and the quiet physics that holds people together after things break. Read slowly. Return when you need to. These stories will wait.
36|| My wife taught me what it means to be loved. Books taught me what it means to be human. For years, my writing stayed locked inside me too personal, too mine. Iām still healing, still figuring things out. But now I leave the door open.
Brew a cup of tea book lovers, and join me as we adventure into world building, my writing life, & chat with my favorite authors.