This a black out poem taken from pre-existing original prose regarding the failed revolution in Hong Kong.
Dark
oysters & ceviche
i am suffocated in it.
Subway Creep
An evocative piece of flash fiction meant to draw the reader into the author’s encounter with a so-called subway creep.
stolen thunder
We see these grand beasts working so hard trying to survive and provide for their families, but with one bullet, hunters and poachers can kill them and all of their life’s efforts.
Cherophobia
“We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think.”
This piece helped me break free and I will forever be thankful to my mentor for encouraging me.
Mental Whittling
Things you never had can be yours. Things you had for a time can be yours again. Carve your way, pay the price.
Hills Like White Infirmaries
The story focuses on the point of view of a young girl watching her mother get treated for a cold at a local clinic. After her mother is treated, she is unrecognizable.
I am just a girl
This is a poem about Monica Lewinsky. I wrote this piece to reshape the narrative. Some parts in style after Eleanor Wikstrom.
Puppet Master
Estelle had a habit of walking around the castle at night. What she didn’t know is that her little habit would change her life forever.
Tales of Hero and Villain
A perfect town’s decaying world is set in stone; a world unconsented to. It’s not the easiest knowing our fate stands between the rich and corrupt, or that there was never any difference at all.
a study in nihilism
A short story about what happens when dreamers give in to hopelessness and futility.
The Downfall of The Hopeless Romantic
When a hopeless romantic gets into a plane crash, how will her experience with love plague her possible final thoughts?
Animal
When Evanna finds herself in a snowy forest pursued by a menacing figure with no memory of how she got there, she knows to do only one thing: run.
Always There
Bed-Stuy had always been home for Jordan, but what will he do when something seems to be coming with him? Sometimes the real monsters are closer than you think.
Good Riddance
Two kinds of beings rule this world: the human and the wiz. They have separate niches that should never overlap or exchange because if the order is broken, all hell will break loose.