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I write about the emotional patterns we inherit, the stories we tell ourselves to survive, and the truths we silence until they find their way back to us. Published poet at The Closed Eye Open, Issue XV. May 2026. Openning poem.

Goodbye Substack.

The past doesn't decay, it keeps. Under the record: Cato before the last speech, Endymion still asleep, the innocent's testimony before the flood. I write the parts nobody writes down. Poems, monologues, and a living room where they're read aloud.

From the gentlest love poem to the most incendiary political poetry. From horror fiction to fearless erotica. Work that moves between tenderness and fire, beauty and resistance, intimacy and power. Author of Paper Blanket: Collected Poems.

I’m a mother. A playwright. A poet. A screenwriter. An author. An avid reader. A teacher. A spiritual explorer. A sometimes artist. A woman somewhere in between.

Temet nosce.

Palestinian-Lebanese | AuDHD | Pansexual | Phoenix \ud83c\udf49\ud83d\udc26‍\ud83d\udd25 Poetry, fiction, and whatever lives in my head. Writing the real, the strange, the dark, the funny, the political, and all the in-between. Building a life around the stories I’m here to tell \ud83d\udda4

Author, editor, essayist, and researcher of the hidden architecture of things, with a background in international journalism. Writing from the threshold, where what lies beneath becomes visible.

Decent music reviews & average poetry.

✨ Man Named Kim: Writing driven by the lovely mess of being human, that helps us all get through it. Often thoughtful and frequently joyful.

A cabinet of curiosities for lovers of the strange, beautiful & dark. Fairy tales for adults, modern folklore & mythology, psychological horror, liminal fiction, earworm songs, strange creatures, whimsical humor & delightful nonsense. \ud83e\udd40

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