tsinvari

Spirits appear at dusk. He writes from there.

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.

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.