Welcome to the Echo Series. This is where words return to find their shape— my sacred space of echoes and iterations. Here, I write freely, rawly, and sometimes recklessly. I chase the rhythm of truth that rings through all my poems and stories. This is my altar of origins.
“To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.” – Jorge Luis Borges from Other Inquisitions
This space exists as both my archive and a living altar. It holds my creative work, not polished performances and edited pieces. It is a journal of becoming. A space where I aim to express rather than impress, which is why every poem is a mirror and every story is a spell. Every post is an attempt to come closer to my truth, even if I never quite arrive.
Here, there are echoes of my inner world. I write to hear myself reflected, to meet my fears and subconscious ideals. Writing for me is a sensory pleasure– almost spiritual. It is more like how a spider spins its web: instinctive, slow, sacred, and with its whole body.
Like it, I return to the center of my web to listen, to feel, to begin anew. I come to the Echo Series again and again to catch the threads I’ve missed and spin something new from them. If you’ve found yourself here, you are invited into this unfolding.
The Altar of Origins
You will find softness here. Slowness. A kind of deliberate stillness that is often missing in a world obsessed with productivity and perfection.
You’ll find poems that drift between tenderness and turmoil, short stories stitched with threads of surreality. There might also be the occasional fragments of characters that visit me in dreams and inner monologues, and metaphors pulled from ritual, nature, or memory.
However, you will always find musings and reflections that follow each piece, which will guide you to understand the storms that guided their existence.
I want to grow as a writer, not just in skill but in courage, hence celebrating vulnerability instead of hiding it. I believe our most compelling work often lives in the in-between, the liminal space between clarity and confusion, between what we mean and what we manage to say. This series is my attempt from there.
Why Echo?
Because that’s what writing feels like sometimes: calling out into the void and hoping something answers back.
More often it does, though not always in the way I expect— a phrase that will haunt me. a reader who replies with a memory of their own, or a character returning in a different form.
An echo is not just repetition; it is transformation. It comes back shaped by distance, filtered through silence, and dipped in time. My creative process feels like that, and that is why the echo series is not static, but evolving and alive, just like me.
The Echo Series Archive
Poetry
Stories
Feel free to wander. Click on a title that catches your eye. Read one piece or several. Every post has a “resonance”, a reflection attached to it. A few thoughts on what inspired me, what I struggled with, what I learned, or what still lingers. If something clicks, carry that whisper with you and let it paint your life moving forward.
You are not meant to understand everything here. That is the point. The Echo Series isn’t a manual; it is a mirror. You might see glimpses of yourself here, or someone you may have forgotten or been waiting to remember.
Unlike the Muse Era, where letters were whispered to my muse—offerings of life, death, love, and divine play, here, those sacred echoes alchemize into poetry and stories, woven from stardust and soul.
So read intentionally. Read slowly. Read as if you’re listening to an old friend confess something tender. Like you’re walking through a forest and suddenly find a letter buried beneath the roots.
That’s the energy I write with. That’s the invitation I offer.
External Sources
- For a brief and crisp read on storytelling with ourselves as the center, click on Huck.