I wrote this poem as a tribute to my grandfather.

“Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman.” —Margaret Atwood.

I wrote these poems as a way to have an outlet for my trauma.

An episode of childhood.

Strawberry is a poem written about the hardships of making a new friend that doesn’t necessarily understand you the way you may want.

I wrote my piece piece to explore the intersections of sexuality and bringing to light some personal stories.

Dreams, why should we keep them.

This is a piece inspired by my mother’s recollection of her childhood in Vietnam.

Inspired by USC’s application prompt, ”Write a scene between two characters.

This is essentially the effects of doom-scrolling on the teenage brain.

A short story adaptation of the Norse myth about Baldr’s death, written from the perspective of the blind god known as Hod.

I had this poem that I had made for my creative writing program last semester and I am really proud of it since I was able to kinds of show my emotions through words.

I wanted to write a piece about the complexities of human beings and how the imagination often takes over our inner lives.

Raging Fires is a poem that describes the relationship between humans, specifically consumers, and Mother Earth.

I wanted to create a poem that can be interpreted in different ways based on the audiences experience.

Although this work is classified as non-fiction, the elements of the writing are personal to me and reflect moments during the span of this year where I felt my sadness had transformed into anger.

Within the Music is a historical fiction piece set in World War 2, portraying the significance of music and the arts, and their profound preasense in difficult moments.

I wrote this to illustrate how fundamentally flawed people were.

I wrote these two poems, as the title goes, late after midnight.

I wrote these three poems at different points. I wrote ”KEEP DREAMING” when I was thinking about immigrant families and the American Dream, and how dreams are passed on from parents to children.