A poem on grieving in isolation. Shrouded Buried Dark - Words eaten by silence Words held back hopeless - Trying - Alone in an empty room Locked from the outside - Water dripping down the walls Fire won’t light - Unshared secrets Die on the last breath - Truth Mortality - Cursed clarity - Denial is a spell That death broke I wrote this poem while thinking of how isolating it was to lose my dad when I was ten years old, when other kids still felt like their families were safe and protected, as I knew that I would never hear his voice again, or hear the kind of stories you don’t tell your ten-year-old.

A poem about barriers to mental health care in the United States. part i death death death death neglect * part ii no insurance no money * part iii duct tape the damage too many bills healing takes dollars * part iv repeat one to three keep going no time to break curses * time heals but we sold all our hours discounted to bosses no other option * if you want to get better in america you better pay

Colored outside the lines again Choked On black and white rules Can’t get it right - Judges say it’s easy Just try — Don’t be lazy And I’m like Oh my god — Stop - Easy just and lazy Those four-letter Ableist curses - I’ve heard ADHD Called invisible —…

The public conversation around cancelling student loan debt inspired me to use short fiction as a way to highlight nuances of the student debt crisis and explore the immediate impact broad student debt cancellation would have for Millennials. I’m in an existential crisis. Here’s how my days start: I roll…