Joe

Joe writes dark, intimate speculative erotica about faith, power, and the bodies we are talked into becoming. Drawn to folklore, campus life, and the uneasy border between care and control, he crafts stories that refuse easy comfort while still lingering on tenderness, ritual, and sensory detail. When he is not drafting, he reads comparative religion, walks in parks, and argues with himself about theology over too much coffee. The Religion of Sylvarism is his debut novel. Readers who enjoy taboo transformation, atmospheric groves, and morally fraught desire will find his work waiting at the tree line.