, July 12, 2026
“In vino, veritas.”
, July 12, 2026
“In vino, veritas.”
February 20, 2026
You listen for cans kicked in the dark. You lock the house before you pour the vodka....
February 15, 2026
There are seasons when goodness must aim not just to flavor—but to scale....
January 21, 2026
This poem is meant to be read with the music it names. The listening is part of the text....
December 24, 2025
When hope dims, the hardest question is whether dreaming itself has become dishonest....
December 04, 2025
We fear the raised fists, but not the hunger. We fear the placards, but not the thefts....