This is a home for stories born of memory, longing, and the spaces between.
Here, you will find chapters from my books, poems shaped by silence, and letters to forgotten streets and unseen companions.
Each word is a small lantern lit against the mist — a way of remembering what we thought was lost, and imagining what might still be found.

I write to honor the places we carry within us:
the old cities, the missed encounters, the dreams that linger long after we wake;
faces known and unknown;
countries left behind;
and the delicate threads that bind strangers together across the vastness of the world.

In every story, a street is waiting.
In every poem, a voice is calling.

Thank you for wandering here.