March 8, 2026
Sweeping as mending. A lyric piece born from the pains of heart’s breaking, and the paradox of hurt as healing.
Read “after breaking” at The Alchemist’s Cabin…
About the Work
Author’s Note: This piece I composed in August 2025 and is self explanatory. As with most human experience, it holds only what you carry with you.
Poetry | Dean Bowman
Poems from the spaces between worlds—exploring the longing we carry, and the moments that make up a life.

