Welcome to Wolfcast.
I’m Woolfinius Jackson Whürl…
but most people just call me Wolf.
This is Wolfcast —
a place for the pages I never meant to send.
The essays, the poems, the confessionals,
the strange letters written to ghosts, lovers,
and the versions of myself I still haven’t met.
Here, I read them aloud.
Messy, honest, unguarded.
Sometimes hopeful.
Sometimes heartbroken.
Sometimes wandering through gardens that never existed
except in the moments I needed them.
If you want something polished or practical,
this probably isn’t your stop.
But if you want to hear a voice working its way
through love, loss, wonder, exile,
and the Dust Meridian between them —
then… welcome.
This is where the hidden pages live.
I’m glad you’re here.