ECLIXAR
Library
Books.
the private library of what remains
There are books that do not merely wait to be read, but to be entered. Some carry the discipline of thought. Some preserve the atmosphere of another life. Some do not reveal themselves quickly, because what is precious rarely arrives all at once.
This is not a catalogue. It is a private library of pages, poems, criticism, memory, and quiet devotion.
I do not read to finish. I read to remain with what refuses to disappear.
slowly, inwardly, completely
My books
Written volumes.
Four private books from the archive, opened slowly, chapter by chapter, page by page.
My poetry
Ten quiet poems.
Small rooms of language, kept apart from noise, each one opening into its own silence.
Some distances are measured in kilometres.
Others begin when someone stops saying your name.
Open poem
The Geometry of Missing You
A memory of blue lights, late shifts, and the man I always saw before I ever saw the uniform.
Open poem
When the Radio Went Quiet
For the woman I remember through flowers, green leaves, and the quiet way she made everything feel alive.
Open poem
The Garden She Left in Me
Reading books
Books I adore reading.
There are places one returns to without deciding to. Not to keep up. Not to pass the time. But to remain a little longer where something has already taken its place.
No reading books have been placed here yet.