Street-Level Poetry

A lyrical descent into fractured memory and surreal longing, where love, loss, and myth dissolve into one another. In a world where midnight trains roar through the mind and silence carries its own weight, a solitary voice moves through visions of fading time, broken clocks, and ghost-lit streets. Witchcraft and ritual linger at the edges of perception, while ordinary moments-flowers, wind, a name spoken too softly-become portals into something deeper and more unstable. This is a book where grief does not remain still, but transforms: into myth, into hallucination, into quiet haunting. A white dove circles what cannot be forgiven, and a butterfly rests briefly upon the fragile surface of memory. At its heart, the work asks what remains when love refuses to leave, and whether silence itself can speak. The answer is never certain-only felt, like wind through something already gone.