This is 3 poems, all about love, and struggling with grief.

In this 3 a.m. piece written by the author after staying up to finish homework, Phoebe starts living. (alternatively: how many caffeinated energy drinks does it take to kill someone?)

This work was inspired by a piece of my mother’s trauma.

I think the features you are born with do not define you.

This series of poems embodies the dreamlike nature of time, existence, and memory.

My creative process is fueled by my love for bright adjectives, vivid verbs, and descriptive phrases that make me feel as though I'm immersed into the very scene I'm pouring out onto the page.

This work is a deep dive into how I explore my creativity in my daily life by using my passion from video games.

These are two short poetry pieces about being a woman.

This poem focuses thematically on the disorientation and helplessness of feeling anxious, as the speaker is overtaken by their perceived lack of control over their own well-being.

When good things come, is it best to believe in them, or to be skeptical?

I wrote my first poem as a high school junior about appreciating the Earth around us. I wrote the second poem as a high school senior trying to appreciate the youth of today while dealing with the complexities of graduating and becoming an adult so soon.

Don't be Sacred is a poem I made in my Freshmen year and I changed it to be more accurate based on my experiences.

"Leaving home" is a concept that everyone must eventually face, but it's one that's always had a special weight for me.

A clip of a longer story that has helped me connect with my girlhood.

I wrote this piece to explore the pressure to constantly "improve", and the danger hidden in the language of self-help.

I began this short story with the express intention of using third person to represent more than one character.

Poetry has always been a constant in my life.

Inspired by my interest in social justice and advocacy, especially topics such as immigration, I wrote this poem to express my frustration with people's attitudes toward immigrants.

Growing up speaking Mandarin at home, I thought I understood my heritage.

We are in a room.