The Void That Is This Email Chain

Welcome to the Void, a quiet corner of the internet where the things I once tried to say out loud finally get to breathe.

This collection began years ago, during a long-distance relationship where I poured myself into long, beautiful emails that were it was lucky if they were skimmed. Instead of letting those words disappear into the ether, I started saving them. And soon, I realized they belonged somewhere else, somewhere they might actually be read.

My love for poetry started long before that. In middle school, my teacher, Mr. Cox, handed me a book of Edgar Allan Poe's poetry and said he thought I’d like it. He was right. That book cracked something open in me, and I’ve been writing ever since, through high school, through college, through falling in love, and through the heartbreak that followed. Through grief, too. After losing my oldest brother, poetry became one of the only ways I knew how to move through the ache.

The Void That Is This Email Chain is a living archive of those years.
From the early, raw pieces of a girl learning to name her feelings,
to the steadier, colder, wiser poems of adulthood.

Here you’ll find themes of the moon (my constant companion),
darkness and the search for light,
love and the crumbling of it,
and grief in all its forms.

The full collection moves from shadow to sunrise — starting with the heavy, aching pieces and gradually rising into something softer, more hopeful. Every month, I’ll release a poem from the collection here, allowing this body of work to grow in public, one piece at a time.

If you feel called to share your own writing, stories, or poems, there will be a space for that too. The Void isn’t meant to be just mine; it’s a place for anyone who needs somewhere to put the things they don’t know how to say.

Thank you for stepping into the dark with me

and searching for the light.