Tag: diary

Letters with no return address, buried beneath the floorboards of the heart.

yours truly;

I’m a writer drawn to the quiet violence of memory, the weight of grief, and the ache of things left unsaid. My work explores rage that ruins, love that doesn’t know how to let go, and the South, humming with God and rot. “angelmarrow” β€” a name born from the collision of the sacred and the brutal, where divinity meets what’s carved out to survive. Divine, grotesque, and aching with devotion. β˜† I hope something in these words finds you… wherever you are. May they haunt you gently.