The First Whisper

…a place where the silence softens…

Welcome to the quiet. This is where the silence breaks…not with a scream, but with the soft, deliberate tremble of truth.


These poems explore and express love, loss, abuse, memory, and the human experience. Every poem here is a whisper that could not be spoken…until now.

…and ends with your first whisper.

Whispers that break the silence…

On This Day

the mob’s cheers and chants battered my ears

The Cold Chain

it gleamed silver in the muted air

When Roots Rot

deceit drained our desire to flower

Balloon

A red speck fades where hands fell short

Naïve Boy

I always believed life would be fair

Mental Agony

my body stood naked and exposed

Blood Burning

queens snorted and screamed

Heterovert

your slur—my ceaseless derogation

“We are the ghosts we were told to silence.”