PAST WORK

Style: Free verse Statement: "be my sun" was inspired after reading several love poems expressing one's love in a personified way. The...

Style: Fiction Statement: N/A You’re sitting on a cold bench, slightly shivering in a skin tight jacket, which, unfortunately, was soaked...

Style: N/A Statement: This short story is one of three vignettes which explore brief moments in my life, capturing an overarching theme...

Style: n/a Statement: n/a People frequently come and go. We were little kids joyfully playing monkey bars, foursquare, and hopscotch. And...

Style: n/a Statement: n/a His eyes are open wide Now he shuts them tight He bows his head down And listens to the feet shuffling across...

Style: n/a Statement: n/a there’s a monster in my body who wears my face, but it’s not mine. it can’t be mine. there’s something...

Style: n/a Statement: n/a The dealer deftly spreads her cards out wide and flicks them into a pile. Is that an ace I see? She deals the...

Style: n/a Statement: n/a “You who read me, are you sure of understanding my language?” — Jorge Luis Borges, “The Library of Babel” They...

Style: n/a Statement: n/a I did not go gently— Even when their blades fell like lightning strikes into my chest, searing wind rushing...

For this I messed with dual meanings and imagery for potential things that could be a rain blocker.

This is a poem about my own experiences with hiking and being in nature in general, something I find super calming and peaceful.

I depict the pressure of feeling like you always need to be okay.

My curiosity and ambition to try new things have been both my greatest strength and greatest weakness.

This short story satirizes philosophical texts and horror stories to the end of an amusing effect.

"ophelia, drowning" is a poem first inspired by the realization that the name Ophelia, from Shakespeare's Hamlet, sounds like "O, filia."

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"My Playground" is a poem that introduces the idea that my backyard is my home.

I experimented with sensory images, repetition, and symbolism to evoke the building itch of anticipation that is used to grip me.

I am now a completely different person, rising from the ashes of my past self, like a phoenix.

I wanted to capture the essence of nature through its destructive elements, its different forms, and its beauty.