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Spirits appear at dusk. He writes from there.

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Tsinvari sitting in a chair, wearing a plaid shirt, with his hand near his face in a thoughtful pose
Tsinvari sitting in a chair, wearing a plaid shirt, with his hand near his face in a thoughtful pose
A close-up of handwritten poetry on textured paper with a dark wine-colored ink pen beside it.
A close-up of handwritten poetry on textured paper with a dark wine-colored ink pen beside it.
A cozy reading nook with warm earthy tones, a leather chair, and stacks of well-loved books.
A cozy reading nook with warm earthy tones, a leather chair, and stacks of well-loved books.

Come and Read

A close-up of handwritten poetry on textured parchment with a dark wine ink pen resting beside it.A close-up of handwritten poetry on textured parchment with a dark wine ink pen resting beside it.
Poetry

Poems that live between languages. Between what is felt and what can be said.

An open vintage book lying on a stone brown wooden table, with soft natural light casting gentle shadows.An open vintage book lying on a stone brown wooden table, with soft natural light casting gentle shadows.
Short Stories

Stories where reality and dream negotiate. Nobody wins. That's the point.

Come and Read
Come and Read

The Tree and The Wolf

A 72-day journal. You are the tree. A wolf walks beside you as your loyal instinct. You begin as a seed. You end as a forest.

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