inkstainsdaydreams
In the shadowed hours when sleep evades the weary soul, we build altars from the fragments of a fractured world - raw free verse that confronts the ego's crushing weight and the digital haze of modern exile. These poems draw from noir nights and Catholic introspection, unearthing resilience amid PTSD's echoes, Ozark folklore's whispers, and a faith that questions even as it clings to Christ's sacrifice in the stranger's gaze.
Here, beauty blooms in imperfection: an outlaw's crown forged from internal turmoil, societal manipulation, and the slow, deliberate repair of a GenX heart scarred by life's dust and screen-lit nihilism. With a gravelly edge and a defiant grace, the collection favors practical gratitude over grand illusion - inviting readers to linger at these insomniac altars, where transformation whispers louder than chaos.
For readers who crave poetry that bleeds honesty, resists the rush of progress, and finds divinity in the everyday grind. A collection that listens for one blood's cry - and lingers like a half-remembered dream.