PinnedInFrom the ArenabyJoel V 🦁·Sep 7The cruelty of happinessAnd we give chasing itA response icon1A response icon1
PinnedInFrom the ArenabyJoel V 🦁·Sep 4Poems by a Boy Who Bled, a Man Who LivedFor anyone who’s loved too much and lost themselves doing so.
PinnedInNever Stop WritingbyJoel V 🦁·Sep 1Looking for ARC Readers for My First Poetry BookAn invitation to read TOO MUCH before release and tell me what stayed with you.A response icon2A response icon2
PinnedInFrom the ArenabyJoel V 🦁·Sep 2I think I’ll liveFor anyone who spent too long looking backA response icon3A response icon3
InNever Stop WritingbyJoel V 🦁·Aug 15I Thought I Was Done With MediumI moved to Substack, changed my writing style and wrote poetry collection
InCatharsis ChroniclesbyJoel V 🦁·Mar 1The kind of love that feels like an overdoseMistook it for loveA response icon7A response icon7
InNever Stop WritingbyJoel V 🦁·Feb 24You won’t always feel readySleep, nightmares and getting up anywayA response icon2A response icon2
InCatharsis ChroniclesbyJoel V 🦁·Feb 19I Still Smell the SmokeA poem on what the body wantsA response icon2A response icon2
InNever Stop WritingbyJoel V 🦁·Feb 16I didn’t want to get upAnd that’s why I had toA response icon3A response icon3