I ran under a concrete bridge led by a half moon Wanting so badly to believe it was full Howling at something only somewhat there And when nothing happened I’d turn away And fourteen days later she’d be round dripping white Over my head prison locked in lamenting The lack of a full moon

My poem was published! External validation for my work aside, writing has always been an outlet and I got back in touch with it during a recent tumultuous few months in my life. I’m missing someone in my life a lot right now, but I was missing them even more back then. But I’m proud…

I’m sitting in a hostel room on Jeju Island, after having extended my trip to travel to Korea. I’m feeling so many threads pulling at me. Mostly just a lot of emotions. I’m missing someone in my life a lot right now. And everything I see reminds me of them, it goes back to them.…

A note present in my life these days. The contradiction of raw life and ideals. A world in which we want to keep the collective benefit at the back of our minds at all times, but are caught in an endless race to survive. The question is always, should I sacrifice myself for the collective?…