Welcome. 

My work often explores where things begin to blur — between past and present, the physical and the spiritual, the known and the mysterious. A jasmine garland, a fisherman’s hands, a glowing cross, a moonlit figure, a poster, a paje’s chant — they all carry stories that I try to find.

I hope these poems help you discover something you’re looking for, even if you didn’t know you were. They’re here to be felt, lived, traveled with, and maybe even returned to.

I’m an explorer — on a journey to see, to understand, to appreciate, and to share. I move through places and people, learning how they connect with their universe: through spirit, belief, ritual, music, art, and nature. Along the way, I write — to capture what blends these dimensions.

I pretend to be the weaver sitting quietly on the street, threading jasmine flowers one by one — with love, with reverence, and for offering. And in that I find solace. That offering is for those I hold close in my heart, and for you, the reader.

Thank you for being here. I hope something in these words stays with you.