The silence around male grief

Not All Pain Screams. Short poems. Plain language. Nothing performed. Just the honest account of what it looks like to lose someone, keep going, raise children through it, and — slowly, quietly — start to find your way back to something resembling a life.

Something is

shifting

The conversations I've had since starting to share this work have surprised me. People reaching out — not to say the poetry was beautiful, but to say it was accurate. That's the word that keeps coming up. Accurate. Like I'd described, something they'd been trying to describe to themselves for years.

That's not a literary achievement. That's just honesty meeting someone who needed it.

If you've lost a partner. If you're a solo father still finding your footing. If you carry more than you show and you're looking for something that doesn't ask you to pretend otherwise — this is what I wrote it for.

The series is five books. The first — Not All Pain Screams — is out soon.