The Storms that Left

The Storms That Left gathers the ghosts of people who arrived in my life like storms — violent, tender, unforgettable—and vanished just as violently. Each poem is a small ruin, a wreckage site, a bruise still tender from a touch that has left. These are the storms that drenched me: lovers, friends, fathers, ghosts, and selves I survived. These are storms that left me, still hanging over my bones.

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Fray Narte