Cultivate: a love poem
My whole life has been roots and cherry picking, digging myself up before I was ripe.
In Twofold: a love poem
Double dutch girls, we never did learn how to be apart.
How I learned to love: my childhood best friends
I wouldn’t say that my love for Emily was romantic, but it was not entirely platonic either. I loved her like you can only love your childhood best friends. Some combination of sisterhood and friendship with a dash of romantic love tossed in to confuse things.
Witness Me: On Confessional Writing, the Pandemic, and Instagram
My crisis of writing and publishing stems from writing the darkest and most horrific parts of my life, without having processed them, publishing in soon-defunct literary magazines with little to no audience, and getting eight likes on social media as payment. Is this what I should turn myself inside out for?
Four Things for Cishet Men to Stop Doing on Hinge in 2021. Please.
Hinge in 2020 brought about a new degree of hysteria within me. And I was not alone. Our all-girls group chat has been alight with a near-constant stream of screenshots. Everything from poorly disguised ‘negging’ to full-blown sonnets. It has been a circus of delights and disasters.