Rhythms That Are Wrong

What does it mean to arrive, not triumphant, but altered?

Rhythms That Are Wrong is a reckoning with the quiet tremors of choice, where failure is not collapse, but contour.
Charting an inner journey in two movements, the poetry collection begins in The Arrhythmia. Here, a figure of emotional austerity, the "Cold Candle Holder," tries to meet the influx of "fire and pain" by "rendering all the social noise and strain / To algebra, and solve for peace."

But this is a book built on defiance. The second movement, The Generative Weave, charts the unquiet thaw, confronting the hard truth that loss remains unredeemed, that "fissures stay as fissures." But, following D.W. Winnicott's use of the object, the three phases of illusion - destruction - survival, is what the self makes use of, makes good from relationships to firmly establish the "me" from the "not me."

It is the deliberate act of trading the "defensive steel of abstraction" for the "logic of honey," the warmth of relations and care. This is the work of rescoring trauma not as a problem to be solved, but as an experience to be integrated through art, kinship, and poetic grace.

This is not a guidebook. It is a profound elegy for the self that was, and a testament to the self, remade.