My work

Sep 29, 20232 min read

climbing trees (so in love)

no one asked me to dance, but i’m yelling along to my favourite songs in the darkness of my garden and it doesn’t really sting anymore. i...

Sep 29, 20231 min read

the days my body becomes nonplace [radio edition]

kafka visited me, told me that poetry is prayer. i told him how my skin crawls. i clutched his arm. he sang me to sleep. i write about...

Sep 29, 20231 min read

tempus edax rerum p2

time, my dearest devourer of all things, you take your own pace. i am sprinting ahead and dragging you by the cuff of your sleeve and you...

Sep 27, 20231 min read

oh, i’m falling in love again (septemberseptemberseptember)

i touch all the leaves of all the trees i can reach. sometimes i imagine they wait for me, anticipate the squeak of my school shoes and...

Sep 26, 20231 min read

ode to that july

everyone says my hair looks purple. i cry in the bathroom for it. i meant red, ode to 13 ode to 14 promises of remembrance. i meant red...

Sep 22, 20231 min read

strangers

sometimes even strangers know i am loved, by the curve of my shoulder. i hope i’m loud and disruptive. i hope the rivers remember me for...

Sep 18, 20231 min read

wasted potential (i cried a lot this summer)

i. sometimes there’s this airy knock on your back door and you don’t mean to know who it is but damnit you do. of course you know. She...

Sep 18, 20231 min read

tempus edax rerum

dear Time, i have a feast for you. i remember this place in spring. i remember it in summer. i remember the way it smelt and my memory...

Sep 13, 20231 min read

my lover visits me in the kitchen [part II]

part one and two consecutively?! in one day?!?!?! aren't u a lucky bunch ! 🩷 i. i’m on my back, my necklace falls over my collarbone. i...

Sep 13, 20232 min read

my lover visits me in the kitchen

perhaps it is not clear enough but lover is a metaphor for the sun. it's an extended metaphor. i just wanted to clarify that lmao ^_^ she...

Sep 6, 20231 min read

mea culpa, mea culpa maxima

odd bruises scatter my body; i don’t remember where they are all from. perhaps i never even noticed. but the bruises are there and they...

Aug 21, 20232 min read

dostoyevsky is born in november (a love letter for all of my friends)

[i almost never write about others but i am incredibly blessed to have friends like i do] my birthday is in september. some sort of...

Aug 21, 20231 min read

a shattered fragment of a poem

[very small excerpt from a personal poem i would like to share] what is more poetic than a prophetic girl wishing she had been wrong?...

Aug 21, 20231 min read

how to become a poem

[never in any particular order. however pleases you.] eat whatever you want origami seams of gold lean on a windowsill when you are...

Aug 16, 20231 min read

interlude 15

our paths might have crossed but did we? maybe the lines overlapped but i don’t think we did i don’t think we did

Aug 16, 20231 min read

girlhood as aesthetic curation

i dream of being a painting. i wonder what my writing would do if i was a painting. would my poems mourn me? ache and yell and call my...

Aug 16, 20231 min read

the power of the art of the girl who could curate HerSelf

i think about being a painting. what if i was agony and tragedy and beauty and beauty in colour on a canvas. perhaps this is my downfall;...

Aug 14, 20231 min read

if i am a day of the week can i please be tuesday?

spend summer grieving over grief and dancing alone in a room that isnt yours; in a love that isn’t yours, in a world that isn’t yours, in...

Aug 10, 20231 min read

cosmic latte

i’m glad there was a version of me in your head that you could bring yourself to love. i don’t understand how the people around me learn...

Jul 28, 20231 min read

fragment

if at night. i let every part of myself coexist, even the parts that have been hated and despised and annoyances, then think how many...