What Watches Back

This is not a love story, or perhaps it is—but not one that moves in a straight line. These poems follow the act of noticing, where attention returns again and again to the same moments, each time slightly changed. Seeing becomes observing, observing becomes interpretation, and interpretation begins to fold back on itself. Across the collection, ordinary details repeat—feather, stone, silence—not as symbols with fixed meaning, but as points the mind keeps returning to while trying to understand how meaning is formed. What feels familiar begins to shift not because it changes, but because perception does.