The harsh truth about my teen years (so far) is that they have been sort of shitty.

While making this work, I was heavily inspired by many works, my creative process revolves around getting the feels of a work and taking it to splash all over my Canvas and the most shining things become the parts I chisel out to write out.

This excerpt is from a TV Pilot episode for an original series called Dire Will.

”The Eighth” follows a serial killer’s bizarre and nerve-wracking morning after their seventh kill during what was meant to be a private drink to their success.

“The Spectacle” is messy and raw – that’s really the most accurate way to describe it.

Girl Games is a piece of non-ficton creative writing I made as i found parallels from the real situations I have to face everyday as girl in the bay area and the situations in games meant for young girls.

This is a piece I wrote for the Marin MOCA Ekphrastic challenge in my Creative Writing class, where we picked a piece of art and wrote something inspired by it.

I’ve always written poetry when I feel deep emotion.

My poem is about a friend I was very close too.

Hearsay is a piece about rumor, truth, and the misunderstanding of justice.

The story of a kid chasing their dreams, going through the thick and thins of life, choosing their own path, eventually hit stops or risky situations, but they continue until the end, enjoying the journey they had.

”Migration” is a poem about my grandmother and also, by extension, my Chinese American identity.

This is an old piece of work from last year revised and I sadly had to cut down the length of it in order to fit the word limit for this submission.

Graduate with pride, high school seniors it is our time to shine.

Quiet but loud.

I completed a series of poems that are separate but all connected to the emotions that I was feeling in the wake of a breakup.

Being a teenage girl is difficul: society tends to hate teenage girls and their interests, puberty and hormones being to make you feel crazy, and the innocence of childhood killed by catcalls on the street.

Commentary on my childhood transition from Ireland to the U.S., and how this continues to impact me today

Fluffy pajama pants, a tan hat, and CVS receipts remind me of something.

This is a poem on the self and what it means to simple be.