
Some threads are invisible, stretched between grief and hope, between who we were and who we are still becoming. "Ephemeral Threads" moves through cracked mirrors and burning horizons, through the silence of snow and the pulse of cities no one remembers to mourn. These poems...

Some threads are invisible, stretched between grief and hope, between who we were and who we are still becoming. "Ephemeral Threads" moves through cracked mirrors and burning horizons, through the silence of snow and the pulse of cities no one remembers to mourn. These poems...