"honey" is a poem that I wrote during and about the pandemic. It is about days slipping by without noting their passing. It is about feeling fatigued, even though you have hardly exhausted your muscles, about feeling tired just from being awake.
It is also about the morning rituals we undergo, the things we do to feel like a new day has begun, the ways that we ready ourselves for the leaving of our bedrooms.
Read it here.
TRIGGER WARNING: gun violence and collective grief.
A few weeks ago, I head about (yet another) gun violence tragedy in the US. This one happened 15 minutes from my parent's house. At a school I knew. One where I knew people who had attended, where I even knew staff members. One that I have driven past countless of times.
I don't normally write about these kinds of things, but this time (after several days of feeling caught up in the secondhand grief of it all) I did.
Check out the full poem here: "Reflection on Tragedy While an Ocean Away".
It's here: I have launched the freelance page of my website! I am so excited to begin this journey toward establishing myself as a freelance creative in London. My past and present experiences of running creative writing workshops, editing, and being a literary magazine reviewer have all brought me so much joy, and I'm excited to make it my full-time career.
I have a new poem published with Hey Young Writer this month! This one is called "I Wish That My Friends Were Not Scattered Across the World." As I continue growing older, I keep finding myself in new cities, in new houses, in new spaces. I'm discovering that with aging comes more and more people to care about, and this is beautiful. But I'm only twenty-three, and it already feels so hard to keep up with all of the people in my life that I love, and I just wish sometimes that I could gather all of those people into one room and...
Check out the rest of it here.
I'm so excited to announce that I have two new poems published with Hey Young Writer!
The first is "A Walk Through the Forest," which is a fun and quirky absurdist poem that I started during a writing prompt in one of my MA classes. It was written at a time when I was feeling lonely and disoriented after moving to the UK and just questioning the decisions I'd made that brought me to where I was.
Check it out here!
The second is "New Years." This one is about that strange feeling in early January of it being a new year, new beginnings, but also in the middle of winter - especially in London where somedays it's warm enough to get by with a jacket and the air really does smell (just a bit) like spring.
Check it out here!