I try very hard to make the English language sound beautiful. But in doing so, I can’t ignore how language (and yes, even poetry) can also be made odious, or how eloquence can be used for malintent.

I write about what it's like to be in this in-between space, to not have these things in common with my friends, and to be looking for more of a community and sense of belonging.

I believe in nature felt but never apprehended, I travel through and investigate multiple worlds from a perspective of being both whole and un-whole.

What’s my place, and how can I use my position to help imagine a better world with more humanity and love?

I felt very lucky and excited to be in college when I was there, but for some reason I also couldn’t help feeling slightly humiliated all the time.

Life is very beautiful. It's very tragic. It's very fucked up. But there are these little moments of ebullience.