inkstainsdaydreams
In the shadowed hours when sleep evades the weary soul, we builds 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. Drawing from the grit of noir nights and the quiet fire of Catholic introspection, these poems unearth resilience amid PTSD's echoes, Ozark folklore's whispers, and a faith that questions yet clings to Christ's sacrifice in the stranger's gaze.
Here, beauty blooms in imperfection: an outlaw's crown forged from internal turmoil, societal manipulations, 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, it champions practical gratitude over grand illusions-inviting you to linger at these insomniac altars, where transformation whispers louder than the chaos.
Perfect for readers craving poetry that bleeds honesty, critiques the rush of progress, and finds divinity in the everyday grind. Discover the spark of one blood's cry in a collection that lingers like a half-remembered dream.