I.A. Ryd is a Filipino poet and accountant living in Ireland, where he stitches together worlds: the tropical pulse of Manila with Ireland's gray-skied introspection. By day, he wrangles numbers; by night, he unpacks the quiet collisions of mundane life through poetry. His work draws from years of unpublished writings—– morning coffee rituals rewritten as verse, bus stop daydreams catalogued for later use. Heartbreaks compressed into tight couplets, joy expanded into sprawling free verse. Binge-watched anime fuels his rhythm; visual novel dialogue shapes how he structures silence. Even half-baked 3 AM ideas get filed away – not discarded, but fermented into something sharper by dawn’s light. Quite literally anything goes.
This collection offers no manifesto, just evidence of a life lived between spreadsheets and stanzas. Readers find neither accountant nor artist, but a man chronicling what persists when you’re forever translating yourself across languages, IFRS, and emotional landscapes. The throughline? A stubborn belief that precision—whether in numbers or words—can become its own kind of poetry.