Author’s Note
A moment of hesitation at the edge of connection—where silence lasts longer than words, and the question matters more than the answer.
Low Tide
Poetry by Rowan Evans
I see you
standing amongst
the waves.
I watch
as you step
and sway.
Slowly,
I approach.
My mouth moves.
No words come—
until I’m within
arms reach.
That’s when
my mind allowed
me to speak.
“What are you wading for?”
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Author’s Note
This is a quiet invocation of connection and hope—a brief, intimate reflection on the beauty of shared moments, even in their smallest form. Sometimes the smallest words carry the deepest meaning.
The Smallest Prayer
Poetry by Rowan Evans
Thoughts.
Dreams.
You and I—
Us.
Together.
Reaching.
Seeing.
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Author’s Note
Some desires are less like choice and more like surrender—pulled toward a flame you know will burn you, yet craving the fire all the same. Shadowed Addiction is a whisper of that hunger: a confession wrapped in devotion, darkness softened by love.
Let it linger on your tongue, let it seep into the spaces between thought and feeling.
Shadowed Addiction
By Rowan Evans
Let me be consumed by your darkness,
Let me fester in this addiction—
Mahal ko, you’re exactly what I’m missing.
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Author’s Note
This is a whisper from the childlike flame within us all—a reminder that magic lingers in the smallest corners, waiting to be seen. Let it remind you to believe, just for a moment, in wonder again.
Invocation
Step softly.
Let your heart catch the stardust.
Inhale the quiet magic and carry it with you, a flicker in the darkness, a spark that refuses to die.
Whispers of Wonder
Poetry by Roo the Poet
Hold tight to the stardust in your veins,
let moonbeams dance upon your skin.
The world still hums with hidden magic—
if only you believe again.
“Carry the moonbeams with you, wherever you wander.
May the stardust in your veins always light the path ahead.
Let wonder find you, even in the quietest corners.”
— Roo the Poet
Closing Questions
🌙 Which moonbeam do you follow tonight?
✨ What secret magic has brushed your world recently?
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Author’s Reflection
Sometimes words don’t need to be long to carry devotion. Litany of Shelter is a quiet vow: I may not be able to shield someone from every storm or every problem that rains down on them, but I can promise to be the calm, the refuge, the shelter they can always come home to.
Litany of Shelter
Poetry by Rowan Evans
i might not be able
to keep all of the rain out,
but i will always be
your shelter in the storm.
Outro
This is my quiet promise. Storms may rage, but here, you are safe.
Closing Questions
If someone offered you shelter, would you let them in?
Could love be the calm in your chaos?
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✦ Author’s Note ✦
These words are a quiet liturgy for those who give without spectacle, who hold the weight of others’ lives as tenderly as their own. They are for the unseen saints of shadowed streets and cold apartments, for the hearts that carry more than they should and still bloom.
✦ Invocation ✦
Come, children of night and marrow,
kneel with me at the altar of giving.
Let your hands open—trembling or steady—
and let the gold you never sought
spill into the cracks of the world.
Feel the sanctity of care,
the devotion in each quiet gesture,
and let your generosity burn like incense
in the sacred dark.
Gold in Open Hands
Poetry by Rowan Evans
If wealth ever found me,
if fortune nestled itself in my palm,
I would not clutch it like a miser with hollow eyes,
but scatter it like seeds in the wind,
watching hope take root in the cracks
where the world has long since turned its back.
I would raise walls not to tower,
but to shelter—
an apartment standing tall
with doors wide enough for the weary,
windows letting in morning light
to chase away the cold of forgotten nights.
I would feed stomachs before egos,
fill hands with warm bread,
not empty promises,
pour into art where young hearts
can paint their unspoken dreams
in colors that whisper louder than words.
I have never needed gold-lined pockets,
only enough to smooth the edges of struggle,
to soften the weight for those I love,
to replace the ache in their chests
with the quiet ease of knowing—
tonight, the rent is paid,
tonight, the table is full,
tonight, they do not have to barter their joy
for survival.
I do not wish for riches.
I wish for smiles,
for burdens lifted,
for a world where generosity
is the only currency that matters.
✦ Benediction ✦
May the gifts you scatter in silence
take root in hidden gardens of the world.
May your hearth shelter the weary,
your bread feed the empty,
and your hands become a sanctuary.
May kindness echo long after the candles die,
and may the quiet currency of your heart
be the only wealth that endures.
Related Poems by Rowan Evans
The Gospel According to the Girl in the Graveyard Dress — A dark, lyrical meditation on grief, survival, and the power of voice in shadowed times.
Punchline — A reckoning with life’s absurdities, finding grace in jagged edges and the humor that pierces pain.
The Daughter of Plath — A conversation with Sylvia Plath, exploring inheritance, literary ghosts, and the ache of legacy.
Manila Time — A devotion across distance and time, a quiet, patient love that witnesses every storm and still stands.
Step deeper into the shadows and light of Neo-Gothic Confessional Romanticism.
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