I am starting this because some things don’t make sense until they are written down.

For a long time, I have been living in the “in-between”—between names, between languages, between the person the world expects me to be and the one who actually wakes up in the dark, trying to piece together a story from fragments.

Adverse Cantos & Sages is not a polished space. It is a raw, unvarnished record of life as it unfolds. It is a space for the cantos born out of resistance—the parts of life that push back—and for the hard-earned wisdom that feels like it came from a sage, even if that sage is just me, at 3:00 AM, holding a cup of coffee and looking at the ceiling.

Every post here will be a collaboration. My husband, with his eye for the sky, provides the photographs. I provide the poems and the notes on the days that birthed them.

We are documenting the real: the struggle, the grace, and the quiet truth found in the shaking ground beneath our feet.

Thank you for being here. You are allowed to stay.