11:11 - The Calliope Named 'M' - A soft Apocalypse bloo'M'ing in flesh.

11:11 – The Calliope Named M. is a quiet sanctuary of dreams and grace a book that speaks not in declarations but in echoes. These poems are not crafted to impress but to remember. To feel. To return.Woven from fragments of memory myth silence and soul the verses live where longing meets resistance where softness holds power and where the fierce feminine reclaims her name. It is for the dreamers who’ve carried sorrow with elegance and for those who walk through the world with both fire and gentleness in their bones.This is not a collection it is a becoming. A gentle rebellion. A remembering through grace.