I am based in Canada, but my poetry often crosses borders, especially the spiritual kind. It slips through what is sensed and unseen, reaching for those truths that bloom in the dark between revelations and are meant to be found slowly.

There is a deep loneliness in being unable to name what lives inside you, but also danger in letting others define it for you. I grew up feeling a lot of things nobody seemed to have words for, and I learned to keep them where nobody would look.

But now, my work gives a voice to those moments. It often confronts betrayal, grief, and the beautiful mystery of being remade. Faith didn’t come easy to me, but now it’s the thread that always stitches everything back together.