Perhaps you are reading tonight.
Perhaps you are standing at a station
watching the wrong train leave.
Perhaps you are laughing
in a language
I am still learning.
I don't need to know.
The world is large,
and I have stopped trying
to peer around its corners.
If our roads meet,
I hope we recognise
the strange familiarity
of arriving
without having been summoned.
Category: Poems
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Somewhere, Perhaps
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Table for One
I no longer lower my voice
when I say it.
Table for one.
By the window, please.
I order what I like,
linger over dessert,
watch strangers hurry home
to lives I know nothing about.
Once, an empty chair
looked like absence.
Now it is simply
a place where I put my coat.
And someday, perhaps,
someone will sit there.
He will have to ask first. -
Elegy of Queens IV: She Simply Is
She stopped seeking permission to take up space.
What would change if you stopped asking whether you were enough?
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The Other Cup
Sometimes I take down two cups
without thinking.
One for me.
One for…
no one, yet.
I used to put the second one back.
Now I leave it there
while the kettle sings.
Not because I am waiting.
Because there is room
on the table,
and I have learned
that emptiness
and possibility
are not the same thing. -
Elegy of Queens II: The Crown Grew Roots
The strongest crowns are rarely given. They are grown.
What part of yourself have you finally chosen?
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Elegy of Queens I: The Silence I Outgrew
Some silences teach us how to endure.
Others teach us when to leave.
What silence have you outgrown?
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Ljubavno pismo Bosni i Hercegovini
Priča iza serije Imperfect Light: Gdje je svjetlost preživjela.
Onima koji ovu zemlju zovu domom, i onima koji njeno sjećanje nose u sebi—
Nisam Bosanska.
Nisam odrasla sa pričama ove zemlje
urezanim u porodične zidove.
Nisam izgubila dom ovdje.
Nisam preživjela rate.
Ali kada sam dosla u Bosnu i
Hercegovinu u proljeće 2024, nešto u
meni se probudilo – tiho, ali snažno. Kao da sam stigla na mjesto koje me čekalo cijelo vrijeme.
Nisam došla da uzmem.
Došla sam da slušam.
Fotografije u ovoj seiji nastale su isključivo putem mog telefona – ne kao izjava, već kao odraz mog načina gledanja: jednostavno, instinktivno, i s onim što mi je bilo u rukama.
Pjesme su napisane naknadno, ne da odjasne slike, već da odaju počast onome što je ostalo neizrecčeno.
Ovaj projekt nije dokumentarni. Nije politička izjava.
To je, jednostavno rečeno, ljubavno pismo – ispisano u svjetlosti koja nije bila savršena,
u tišini koja još uvijek odjekuje,
u divljenju koje još uvijek traje.
Narodu Bosne i Hercegovine:
Ako sam nešto pogrešno prikazala,
Dobrodošla je vaša ispravka.
Ako sam dotakla nešto sveto, nadam se
da je to bilo s poštovanjem.
A ako sam odala počast makar jednoj
uspomeni – onda je ovaj projekt imao smisla.
Hvala vam što ste mi dopustili da vidim vašu zemlju – i da je osjetim.
Tokom narednih sedmica, dijelit ću djeliće serije Imperfect Light – fotografiju po fotografiju, pjesmu po pjesmu.
Svaka od njih fragment sjećanja, trenutak tišine, ljubavno pismo ispisano sjenom I preživljavanjem.
Ako želiš koračati ovim putem sa mnom, možeš se pretplatiti ispod istražiti arhivu vlastitim tempom. -
A Love Letter to Bosnia & Herzegovina
The story behind “Imperfect Light: Where Light Survived/Gdje je svjetlost preživjela”
To those who call this land home, and to those who carry its memory—
I am not Bosnian.
I did not grow up with the stories of this
land etched into my family’s walls.
I did not lose a home here.
I did not survive the war.
But when I came to Bosnia & Herzegovina
in the spring of 2024,
something inside me stirred—
something quiet and immediate, as if I
had finally arrived somewhere that had
been waiting for me all along.
I did not come here to take.
I came to listen.
The photographs made in this series were made entirely on my iPhone – not as a statement, but as a reflection of how I see: simply, instinctively, and with whatever I have in my hands.
The poems were written afterward, not to explain the images, but to honour what they left unsaid.
This project is not a documentary. It is not a political statement.
It is, quite simply, a love letter – written
in light that was imperfect,
in silence that still echoes,
in awe that still lingers.
To the people of Bosnia & Herzegovina:
If I have gotten anything wrong, I
welcome your correction.
If I have touched anything sacred, I hope
it was with care.
And if I have honoured even one memory—
Then this project has meant something.
Thank you for letting me see your country – and feel it.
Over the coming weeks, I’ll be sharing pieces from Imperfect Light – photo by photo, poem by poem.
Each one is a fragment of memory, a moment of stillness, a love letter written in shadow and survival.
If you’d like to walk this journey with me, you can subscribe below or explore the archive at your own pace.
Thank you for reading with an open heart. -
I’m Not Stuck. I’m Rooted.
Sometimes, what others call “waiting” is really just growing in place. This poem is for the ones who stay with their healing, who bloom slowly, fiercely, without apology.
What feelings have others tried to rush you through? What happens when you honour your own timing?
