Hope you love me tooAnd I Iove you soMy dear brother, moreThan you knowVery much, more thanGold or gamesI carry your stories,Your old nicknamesNot a lieLate might, sharedSecrets underThe skyHope you love me tooBecause I just want to feelThat...

To the love that dragsMeThrough broken glassOnly you choose whichRoad you passBreathe it in,Fight for where you belongHold on, hold onStay strongHold onTo the people that say yourName softTo the friends who reach backBridges breaking, ashes scatter farSome bridges...

By the waySmall start, big reasonIt was my Father, the manBehind my nameWho shaped my steps, silentSeasonWho gave me life, no oneElse could claimOne word story, handedDownI'm here strong, because of himI'm happy being myselfNo lie, no mask, pretenseJust...

(a long, mischievous, tea‑steeped fungal comedy) At precisely five o’clock,when humanity pretends it is refined,the cordyceps wakes inside the teapotstretching its spores like velvet curtainsin a Victorian house that should have collapsedsomewhere around 1892. It yawns.It crackles.It makes that unmistakable fungal...