Ivied Walls is not just poetry, it's a state of being.
An arc of being concrete, of weathering, and finally letting the ivy through the cracks. These poems explore fleeting intricacies of life— memory and loss, longing and quiet revelation, and the complexities of the human mind. They linger on the ordinary until it turns unfamiliar, and turn the unfamiliar until it feels like home again. It's for anyone who ever built a wall, and was left dumbfounded when they let the ivy creep in.