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.
This Is What Free Feels Like
Four years post-divorce, I finally know how freedom feels in my body. This poem is for every queer soul learning to breathe, rest, and bloom exactly as they are.
Not Too Much
They called me too much. I call it being fully alive.
This poem is for every queer, neurodivergent soul who blooms too bright for the boxes they were given.
the chats, the chats, the chats
Ever been left on read after opening your heart in the DMs? This isn’t a love story — it’s a callout, a boundary, and a whole damn poem for the ghosted gays, the slow fade, and the ones who never showed up.