This June, I’ve launched a new ongoing letter series, What I Could Not Say Aloud, hosted exclusively on Substack.
The project gathers intimate letters written between the personal and the imagined—blending fragments of daily life with fictional gossip, quiet desire, and the shifting atmosphere of connection between men.
Part of my continued movement toward gay romance, these letters focus less on plot and more on feeling: what lingers, what is withheld, and what is easier written than said.
Launched during Pride Month, this series is a quieter offering—an exploration of intimacy, memory, and queer life in its more subtle forms.