Writing poetry consists of a lot of thinking, whereas the actual process of putting words down onto a page feels much more liminal and never quite occurs in a linear fashion.

My work aims to tease beauty out of the trivial: I feature topics such as rain, simple family interactions, and food. With these portrayals, I hope to encourage readers to slow down and take time to appreciate the beauty in everyday life.

This is a poem about my emotions regarding existing in and navigating this world as a queer and transgender person.

“You Went Searching for the Crows” is a piece of speculative flash fiction, which explores, as central themes, the ideas of home and belonging (or lack thereof).

This poem is about how it feels to be dealing with a mental illness that brings you to an all-time low, while also navigating the euphoria and the highs of being in a healthy relationship.

Barren Branches is a poem I wrote about realizing a person you love is never coming back.

Following recent deaths in my family over the past couple of years, I saw the different ways grief impacts people. For me, and others too, it happens at night, when my body is exhausted and ready to sleep, but my mind isn't.

I wrote these two pieces as the eldest daughter of an immigrant mother.

I wanted to write a short poem about the things I never would tell my mother.

This sad yet happy flash fiction is told through the eyes of someone you least expect it from. I wanted to write something that came from an unexpected perspective and didn’t necessarily have one meaning.

In my poetry and prose, no matter the topic, I always focus on time. The primary subjects of my writing are things that are often considered fragile or disposable under the influence of time: natural life forms like flowers that wilt and shrivel with age, alongside women, who are valued more or less in society depending on how old they are.

This piece is about a group of people I became closer with in the beginning of my sophomore year.

Qing is a collection of poetry written to answer a question I faced throughout my life— how do I explain my beliefs about love, which have been so deeply shaped by my identity?

My piece of writing explores my complex relationship with diving–a sport that fills me with exhilaration and passion yet fear and anxiety at the same time. As a competitive diver, I feel burdened by the pressure to perform my best which can be overwhelming.

Childhood has a soft innocence that is the bane of those who have it, but the envy of those that do not.

A plastic bag holding a newly purchased journal often also contains a pack of sparkly gel pens or pastel highlighters for creating orderly to-do lists or tracking new year's resolutions.

This piece of flash fiction follows a man lost in the woods. It's a simple premise—writing anything complicated is difficult when you're trying to keep it short.

I'm very drawn to the process of loneliness, this process of waiting. I think most people have very conflicting emotions, teetering between self-love and destruction.