About R.C. Hollows

I wasn’t born with this name—I grew into it.

Hollows is a place I return to. A space carved out over time—by memory, grief, and language.

The voice here is a mix of city and forest, smoke and ink. Some days it sounds like a whisper. Some days it won’t shut up.

I write for the ones who never quite fit the frame. For the ones who left, or were left behind.

These aren’t just poems. They’re things I never said out loud. They’re what remains.

Read them how you need to. Just don’t ask too many questions up front.

Red neon sign on a tiled wall reading 'KETCHUP' and 'MUSTARD', with the signs illuminated and casting a glow on the tiles.

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