It’s never been we, just me

In this striking debut collection by Conor Monahan, the young poet traces the contours of heartbreak, addiction, love, and recovery with the sharp clarity of someone who's lived every word. It's never been we, just me is a journey through wreckage and reinvention — a raw dispatch from the foothills of ambition and the far edges of despair.

These poems don't ask for pity. They demand presence. They map the long road from being broken by the world to breaking open. Brutal, luminous, and unflinchingly real, this is the voice of someone making sense of his life — and refusing to be quiet about it.