New Poem, Old Hesitations

Whenever I post a short form of freestyle poetry on Instagram, my heart skips an uneasy beat. I worry for … More

Old Rituals, New Ways

Sitting in my room anticipating my chai as it boils on the stove, and the rain spatters across my window … More

I have a different blog for poetry. It’s private so don’t go looking for it (I’m glad you wanted to … More

Writing is an art. In 7th grade, it wasn’t. In 8th, it wasn’t. In my ninth grade, many, many years … More