Originally written December 10, 2025.
The PROSPECT of letting the shark circle again was too tempting not to pen her twice.

Lyme disease turns the body into a house that cannot sleep. As exhaustion rots into something stranger, the infection becomes a presence in the walls: unseen, restless, and rearranging the locks from inside.

A birthday poem that reads like a confession, a reckoning, and a dare to keep going. It gathers the quiet devastations of one life and turns them into something precise, unsentimental, and painfully alive.

A literary mouth-off dressed in Oz imagery: this poem moves through yellow roads, false kingdoms, and poppy fields to ask what courage means when silence has already chosen its side.

A deep-sea bloom is torn open by the first thing powerful enough to reach its depth. What remains is a poem of bloodied water, black coral, and the brutal afterlife of misrecognition.

A recursive poem of longing and self-interrogation, where memory and emotional exhaustion collapse into the ache of missing someone who once felt safe.

A raw, conflicted trauma narrative that examines the pull of loving someone volatile, where devotion feels like protection and danger becomes indistinguishable from safety.

A sharp, unflinching trauma narrative that examines lovebombing as a form of psychological conditioning, tracing how intensity becomes addiction and how its aftermath distorts the way love is recognized.

A searing trauma narrative that uses fire as a metaphor for loving someone unraveling, capturing the disorientation, manipulation, and aftermath of escaping a relationship that consumed everything.