The last two days blurred into each other like weather that couldn’t decide what it was doing.Jan 22 arrived heavy. A day full of mental replay, emotional maths, and that familiar urge to over-explain myself to my own conscience. I turned conversations over like coins in my pocket, hoping one of them would land heads-up…

​Did you ever die insidenot just for hours but years?throttling the noise inside your head,muting the static until silenceresembled peace,and banishing anythingthat resembled feeling?Did you ever judge someonefor doing the very thingyou did yourself?Did you ever realisehow full of contradiction you are?When did we become so godlike?When did our errors fall so far behind usthat…

Tell the Devil I’m DrivingJan 20, 2026 The Glow, the Graft, and the Dropped Phone Yesterday’s paid subscriber moment is still sitting with me. Small money, massive meaning. Proof that my words can land. Proof that what I’m building is real. Today was less glow, more graft. Life kept life-ing. I’ve been juggling the usual…

the Encounter Chapter One Rain bounced off the bonnet until Mina could barely see the road. The lights glowed half-heartedly, and the cats eyes glared back like ghost eyes. A long day—ended by a bitter row over a parking space—had left her nerves frayed and the winding bends made her anxious.Suddenly, as she rounded a…

First Paid Subscriber (This will be a daily or weekly journal entry to keep you updated on my writing journey and life in general. On my blog, Tumblr and Substack) I was driving around Skewen when my phone pinged. I pulled over, ready to nip into the shop, and then bam. My first paid subscriber.…

It never arrived with a warning sign.It came dressed as odds that leaned my way,a friendly knock,a promise folded neatly in its sleeve.It spoke in bright reflections,showed me futures made of glass,said just one look,said nothing to lose,said the lights were finally aligned.The room filled with smoke,soft at first, almost kind.You could still see me…

Misplaced Loyalty I let the tears fall when I’m alone,Let my heart sink down to bone.I hear your name in looping noiseA tidal pull, a phantom choice. I’m willing still to play pretend,To act as if we didn’t end.I whisper, “We are truly done,”Then lie and say you loved no one. I turn betrayals in…

It Was Never MineWhat used to ache most was watching other people live inside a choreography I didn’t know the steps to.Mothers and children laughing in grocery store aisles. Arms looped easily around shoulders. The casual intimacy of people who expected to be loved. I noticed it everywhere—standing in line, passing storefront windows, scrolling past…

Ant doesn’t wake up every day knowing what the weather will be like inside him.Some mornings arrive bright, charged, full of plans that feel urgent and necessary, as if time itself is running late and he must chase it. On those days, he talks faster, hopes bigger, believes harder. The world feels close enough to…