Read the poems. Feel the grit. Come as you are.
New drops weekly from Adam Rye™ — queer country confessions in bold baritone verses.
This is where I write it like I lived it—loud, femme, country-soft, and fully uncloseted.
Poems about church trauma, queer joy, bad dates, good weed, chosen family, and the long-ass road to being okay.
It’s all real. It’s all mine. And if you’ve ever felt like too much or not enough, maybe it’s a little yours too.
Raw, healing, messy, and holy in the way I say so.
Still Here
I’ve got poems now. And a mustache that makes children stare. And a mullet that has seen more healing than your whole church retreat.
Whom Shall I Fear?
A queer reckoning in verse — challenging false fears, political hypocrisy, and evangelical harm. This poem fights back with truth, sass, and spark.