I’m a poet, writer, and photographer based in Atlanta. My work is about the body, the family, addiction, belief, and the particular wreckage of modern life — the moments that don’t resolve cleanly, and the ones that don’t resolve at all.
I came to writing through books that felt more real than my actual life, and that hunger never left: it just changed form. In college, poetry became a way of processing the world instead of escaping it. Each poem is a reckoning with some version of myself, trying to tell the truth about it without flinching.
My photography works in the same register: long walks through city streets, recording the marks humanity leaves behind, the beauty that accumulates in overlooked corners. The photograph as a form of witness.
I hold an MA in Ministry and a BA in Psychology with minors in Creative Writing and English — years spent studying how people break and how they try to heal, spiritually and psychologically. That foundation runs under everything I write, alongside an eclectic set of influences: Sartre and Camus on absurdity, Bukowski on the dignity of the unglamorous, Frankl on purpose inside suffering, King on the horror that lives inside ordinary life.
My poetry has appeared in Trashlight Press, The Marbled Sigh, and Empyrean Literary Magazine, with work forthcoming in Cicada Song Press and Tendrils Journal. I’m currently at work on a poetry collection and a horror novel — both about the same things, really, just wearing different clothes.
If you find something of yourself in this work, that’s the point. Not the catharsis. Just the recognition.
Welcome. Stay as long as you need.
Poetry, Photography, Fiction
Peter Brindley 