The Library of Ashes
Here, every poem is a smoldering page — whispered confessions, soft ruins, and sacred rage. Wander newest to oldest.
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Returning to My Bones | A Poem About Dreams, Waking, and Quiet Grief
Some dreams fade the moment we wake. Others leave behind emotions that linger long after reality returns. Returning to My Bones explores the strange grief of leaving a dream that felt real enough to matter.
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For the World to Remember Me Again | A Poem About Headaches, Disconnection & Finding Focus
A headache becomes something larger in this introspective free-verse poem about disconnection, brain fog, and the longing to feel fully present again. Rowan Evans explores the strange distance that can form between ourselves and the world—and the hope that clarity will eventually return.
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Before My Feet Touch the Floor | A Poem About Dreams, Memory & Identity
What happens when your dreams feel more real than your waking life? Before My Feet Touch the Floor explores the strange grief of waking up, the lingering memory of dream selves, and the quiet question of which version of us is truly real.
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Recognizes Home | A Free-Verse Poem About Choice, Love, and Emotional Independence
A free-verse poem exploring the difference between love as dependency and love as choice. It challenges the idea that love must be need-based, instead centering the quiet strength of choosing someone while still remaining whole on your own.
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Raccoons in Silk Pajamas | An Absurdist Free Verse Poem About Language Letting Loose
What begins with judgmental Space Chickens quickly spirals into camels in parked cars, elephants in jam jars, raccoons in silk pajamas, and astronauts in the ocean. A playful absurdist poem about language, imagination, and what happens when you stop trying to control where the words go.
Poetry by Rowan Evans 