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.

Last August, a stranger’s split-second conflation of accelerator and brake sent his car hurtling through my family’s post-funeral lunch, slamming into the table where I sat beside my grandmother’s best friend of 70 years, whom I’ve affectionately referred to as the “blueberry granny” all my life. That day, the life of this woman, once a connective tissue of my family, abruptly and tragically halted.

When you grow up, you start to question the world around you.

The uniting theme across these three poems is temporality: of friendships (WHAT I DIDN'T KNOW BEFORE), of experiences (Ode to Mile Repeats), and of communities (After).

I wrote this piece over the summer, and I wanted to capture that feeling of being adrift.

In the 1990s to 2000s, thousands of infant girls -- thought to be weaker, a worse investment than their brothers --- from China were exported to the US, collateral of the one child policy, and adopted by white families.

The process of writing my “Where I’m From” poem, I had to confront my insecurities about my racial identity.

A short story about someone struggling with self alienation and learning to grapple with self acceptance.