An essay about the moment I realized who I want to be and how I want to impact the world.
Intimate
Home In Memory & Time
A mini-collection of poems reimagining the concepts of home and family where all the gritty bits are golden.
The Woman on the 13th Floor
A journalism student inadvertently stumbles upon her college dorm’s dark history as a psych ward, and the hauntings that have plagued its halls for decades.
Adonis
Fusing intricate, yet gritty imagery and allusions to Greek mythology, “Adonis” is a reimagining of beauty as a birthright and burden of the first-gen gifted American kid as they reclaim their narrative with humanity.
Death Follows
Bex Foster has a secret: she can hear the voices of her dead parents. How will her friendships and relationships be altered by this secret?
Nervous Scrolling
A woman dining alone at a restaurant realizes memory doesn’t serve her justice.
The First Naturalista
In this piece, I stumble across the wonders of natural hair and after, try to convince my mother to let me go natural.
The Birth of the Rose Flower
A poem about two people who are separated due to circumstances that are beyond their control. Do you think they will end up together?
Piggyback
This began as my personal statement for my Common Application, but has transformed over time into a personal essay.
liar’s job
A self-reflective, nearly-narcissistic poem about being a writer.
Filmmaker’s Eye
This is an excerpt from a larger story that illustrates the life of an aspiring filmmaker.
mama, they asked for an artist’s statement
Why do I write? / Why do I do this to myself? How do I stop? / How can I stop?
Waking Up To You
Some people would run ten miles instead of confessing to their crush. Some people would never let that ridiculous thought enter their brain at all. If I don’t ask, I’ll never know the answer.
Let It Sink In
“Let It Sink In” is a short montage film translation of a piece that I wrote revolving around teeth. It’s an exploration of love and relationships through using teeth metaphors and food/teeth imagery.
Her Palms
The first time I realized my parents did not hold the answers of the universe in their palms was not when I was asking obscure questions about aardvarks or pirate ships.