two books. two halves of the same fever. out today…..
for a while now i’ve been writing toward something quieter and more dangerous than anything i’ve put out before. not the wound this time. the wanting.
soft hunger is the slow burn. it lives in the ache before anything happens, the fantasy, the anticipation, the restraint. the desire that stays unspoken, the space between a thought and a touch. it’s about how yearning itself becomes the art form. how the moment before the act can hold more heat than the act itself.
wild surrender is the fire it becomes. it lives past the threshold, in the aftermath of hesitation, where fantasy finally gives way to action. it’s raw, it’s embodied, it’s breath and movement and release. a celebration of intimacy without apology and the surrender that turns longing into something you actually live.
they’re built to be read together. two collections that interlace into one continuum, short verses meant to awaken the senses and stir the soul without ever overstaying their welcome.
read them alone. read them with someone. either way, take off your coat, get comfortable, and stay a while.
soft hunger and wild surrender are available now, wherever books are sold.
are we alone yet?
