Behind the poems
Every poem in Echoes of an Unveiled Soul started somewhere real — a 2am floor, a trail with no name, a family history that turned out to be everyone’s. Four of them, and the rooms they came from.
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Notes, stories behind the poems, and whatever is currently in progress.
The Socktopus story
How an idea turns into a dog toy — from the first prototype that fell apart in four minutes to the version that doesn’t.
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