This was poem was inspired by an assignment we had in english class called “where i’m from poem”, and I interpreted that into my own.

A collection of reflections on societal and individual thoughts and views, these poems divulge in aspects of humanity that are not often spoken aloud.

I wrote this poem both about and for my great-grandmother, who fled Kaesong, North Korea during the war.

This artwork was inspired by a dream I had about my sister dying in a bus crash.

This poem is based on a conversation I had with a friend.

In writing my poem, I took inspiration from the popular television series, Squid Game.

The work A Taste of the Divine was made during an odd time in the author’s life when they didn’t know what was going on, wasn't even sure of their own existence, a time where everything became an unknown, when reality became a question rather than a constant.

This is my true story about a girl who was bullied.

I write about the space between hurt and healing—that moment when you stop shrinking yourself to be loveable and realize you were always whole.

The poems I write are a representation of the things I feel each day expanded to fit the page.

This poem captures the feelings I had during the first few weeks of Junior year.

This work is both a poem and work of fiction, although I think it functions best when viewed as a poem.

I wrote this poem in an effort to reflect what my mind sounds like when obsessions and compulsions from OCD become more intense.

This work uses angels as a metaphor for the innocence of children.

These three poems trace my journey of self-understanding and explore themes of generational trauma, introspection, and personal struggle.

I had started this piece as a short story and a way to express what it felt like being a second option or feeling the need to compare yourself to others.

These two pieces explore the connections which occur through nature and nature's relationship with people.

Recently, I started to feel discouraged about the state of the world.

Oftentimes, families show their love not just through declaration, but through their sacrifices, through the patched jackets, homegrown crops, and everything that stands for what they are unable to say aloud.

This is a tribute to the many forts I built throughout my childhood with my sister.