What does it mean to arrive, not triumphant, but altered?
Rhythms That Are Wrong is a reckoning with the quiet tremors of choice - where failure is not collapse, but contour.
The collection moves in two parts. The first, The Arrhythmia, introduces a figure of emotional austerity - someone who has learned to meet the influx of 'fire and pain' by 'rendering all the social noise and strain / To algebra, and solve for peace.' It is the voice of a mind trying to survive by calculation.
But this is a book built on defiance. The second movement, The Generative Weave, charts an unquiet thaw: the hard truth that loss remains unredeemed, that 'fissures stay as fissures.' And yet something else emerges. The psychoanalyst D.W. Winnicott observed that we grow not by being protected from difficulty but by surviving it - that a relationship becomes real only when it has weathered the attempt to destroy it and endured. These poems trace that pattern: the slow, contested work of learning where the self ends and the other begins.
It is the deliberate act of trading the 'defensive steel of abstraction' for the 'logic of honey' - the warmth of relation and care. This is the work of rescoring trauma: not as a problem to be solved, but as an experience to be integrated through art, kinship, and poetic grace.
This is not a guidebook. It is an elegy for the self that was, and a testament to the self, remade.