Welcome to
The Forgotten Crypt

Where words go to be remembered.

You've stumbled upon the dusty, creaky door to my poetic lair—welcome, brave soul. Inside this vault lie treasures of tangled verses, emotional relics, and strange little stanzas that refused to behave.

Here, I share my works (the ones that made it out alive) and whisper secrets about the ones still brewing in the shadows.

If you like your poetry with a pinch of magic, a dash of melancholy, and the occasional talking metaphor—you're in the right crypt.

Feel free to wander.

Just don’t touch the glowing quill.

It bites.

About Me

Pull up a chair. Stay a while. The Crypt remembers everyone who visits.

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Books

Poetry

What started as odd lines scribbled on napkins, dreams, and receipts somehow turned into actual collections. Inside: misbehaving metaphors, moody stanzas, and the occasional emotional ambush. Proceed with tea, curiosity, and maybe a flashlight.

Let's Go

Upcoming

New words are brewing—some are still sulking in notebooks, others are pacing the crypt, demanding to be read.

Expect poems with sharp teeth, soft hearts, and the occasional existential detour.

No promises on when, but they’re coming... probably when the moon is feeling dramatic.

Poetry

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Publications

Elsewhere

Some of my words have wandered beyond The Forgotten Vault and found homes in other corners of the world. Here are a few pieces that escaped the archives and decided to live a little.