SUEDE the poet
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English Teacher by Day. Poet by Scarlight. Tattooed Storyteller. Trying to make beauty out of bruises and meaning out of madness. I write at the intersection of faith, psychology, philosophy, and the human condition.
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Sand and Soil
A Memoir by Stetson Glass I’ve started to think the soul is shaped like a map—creased, torn, smudged by the fingers that keep trying to fold it back into something neat. I’ve spent most of my life tracing routes someone else drew for me: church aisles, chalk-lined classrooms, marriage vows, griefs disguised as callings. Now I’m learning to redraw it—not to find my way back, but to understand where I got lost.
By SUEDE the poet2 months ago in Humans
Unstitched
The key stuck twice before it turned. Eli cursed under his breath, jiggled the old brass until the deadbolt surrendered with a sigh that sounded too much like relief. The front door of the Benning house—he still thought of it that way, even after dropping the name—opened on a spill of stale air and dust, thick with the faint, sweet rot of closed-up summer.
By SUEDE the poet2 months ago in Fiction
The Diminishing
I have long suspected there exists thresholds not fashioned by human hands—passages that wait with the poise of something ancient and expectant. What I found was not a hallway but an omen disguised as one. At first, I thought myself lost, or dreaming, yet reason bent beneath what I saw. Whatever force guided me—vision or damnation—led me to a corridor secreted within the ordinary world like a thorn beneath velvet.
By SUEDE the poet2 months ago in Fiction
