Now Boarding: Gate 3am
A collection of poems written in the liminal hours — when the world is quiet, the coffee is bitter, and your mind won’t stop boarding flights it never booked.
These pages are filled with love letters to strangers, postcards from heartbreak, baggage claim tags from past lives, and the kind of confessions you only make to the moon or a seatmate you’ll never see again.
Each poem is a departure and an arrival — an exploration of where we’ve been, where we swore we’d never go again, and the places we keep circling back to anyway.
It’s about the people who pass through us like terminals, the moments that feel like layovers in our own lives, and the odd beauty of feeling lost and found at the same time.
If you’ve ever sat in an airport at 3 a.m. — somewhere between exhaustion and hope — this is your boarding call.
The Ink Chapel 