Ephemeral Threads

Some threads are invisible, stretched between grief and hope, between who we were and who we are still becoming. "Ephemeral Threads" moves through cracked mirrors and burning horizons, through the silence of snow and the pulse of cities no one remembers to mourn. These poems ask what it means to carry the past forward without being crushed by its weight and what remains when you finally set it down.For anyone who has loved something impermanent, and found, inside that impermanence, a reason to stay.