A poem I wrote comparing my heart to a fish.

Several haikus about houseplants

In 2018 I crashed my brand new bike just four days after I bought it.

When my housemates left on a long work trip, I sent melodramatic “dispatches” from home to our Instagram group chat.

Some prose about the possibility of place and the importance of making decisions.

Grappling with what’s more dangerous: loneliness or lung cancer.

I’m a modern-day town crier and I like to write reviews about it.

Relating to my pot-bound plants.

Expensive juice won’t save you from heartache.