Raider & Kamushek
Raider Raider
Kamushek Kamushek
Raider Raider
Ever mapped a place so rough the city forgets it exists? I’m always hunting for corners that feel alive—perfect for a rebel poet to catch a breath and spit some truth. What’s your favorite hidden spot to turn into a verse?
Kamushek Kamushek
I dig the old train yard where the tracks are rusted and the wind screams through the rails, a raw canvas for verses that cut like broken glass.