Squids for Sale is where language goes feral and comes back with salt on its skin. I write poems and short pieces that lean into feeling—electric, ordinary, unruly—and test how far a line can stretch before it sings or snaps. No manifestos, no instruction—just the work of turning breath into image, rhythm, and pulse.
The voice here moves through shadow and shimmer: nights that won’t sleep, rooms that echo after you leave, the small rituals that hold a day together. I’m drawn to pressure and release, to the sound of a word rubbing against another until a spark appears. If something in these pages settles the static or opens a window, that’s enough.
You’re welcome to wander, return, and read out of order. Take what resonates, leave what doesn’t, and come back when you need a line that won’t look away.
If you want a few quiet doors to enter:
- Existential Themes: Explore the long corridor of asking and echoing in Existential Themes
- Cosmic Indifference: Drift the cold stars and warm streets in Cosmic Indifference
- Imagery and Device: Follow craft as it flickers in Imagery in poetry and Poetic Devices
- After Midnight: Walk the blue hours with Insomnia Themes and Isolation Poetry
- Breaking Form: Step into rupture and play in Experimental writing
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