About

I write like the ghosts won’t stop talking.

I write fiction too raw for platforms that want plot over truth. This blog exists because the USB sticks needed a home and the stories refused to behave.

If you’re here, you’re either lost or brave – and I love you for both.

These stories span decades. They’re compact, jagged, saturated with yearning, cruelty, defiance. Some are characters. Some are real. Some are ghosts with lipstick and regrets.

Don’t expect resolution. Don’t expect polish. Expect heart. Expect scars. Expect me.

Welcome to my ghost town. The doors are unlocked.