From the Margins

Where fragments become form.

These pieces began as handwritten notes—
lines caught in the middle of errands,
fieldwork, meals, long nights,
and whatever else passed through my body
before there was time to shape it.

Now, they return as stories.
Abstractions.
Narratives with missing pieces,
and pieces that still sting.

Some of what you'll find here is raw.
Some refined.
All of it is real.

I’m not offering conclusions.
I’m offering windows.

⟶ [Begin Reading]

Below are the first entries. More will arrive as the pages speak.