Fragments are moments of inner life – love, grief, devotion, longing – held without resolution.
They emerge from lived experience rather than narrative, and remain open, unfinished, porous.
These poems are not statements, but openings: places where something was felt deeply enough to stay.
to be with one
through the darkness
a leaf in a whirlwind
ever since
she taught me
slip away
golden hour
peeking through
soul touches
small cracks
break apart
the odds and ends
to be with one
through the darkness
a leaf in a whirlwind
ever since
she taught me
slip away
golden hour
peeking through
soul touches
small cracks
break apart
the odds and ends
to be with one
to be with one
a leaf in a whirlwind
ever since
she taught me
slip away
golden hour
peeking through
soul touches
small cracks
break apart
the odds and ends