A collection of three poems about different kinds of grief--familial, political, and historical--and how they’ve been handled, by myself for most but in general for one.

This poem embraces my cultural heritage, my parents’ journey, and where I now call home.

versātus was born out of a challenge to think beyond conventional subjects, a reminder that creativity thrives in simplicity.

This poem is one about the duality of hating yourself.

This artwork was created with the idea of justification in mind, where if you justify doing one bad thing then you will keep doing worse and worse things.

Writing about my grandmother’s experience being scammed has always been really difficult.

I sit on my back porch, hoping for change. I’ve always wondered if the universe knows me.

I wrote this piece with our future in mind, we often see apocalyptic scenes as something in fiction but this apocalypse is far from that.

My piece is one of my favorites I have written with MSA.

Secondary initially came from the silly question of if in the situation that a clone exists, would it be considered human?

Writing about my characters was so exciting. I have never written a screenplay before, but the idea just came to me.

A Day’s Worth is a collection of three poems representing the progression of time in, naturally, the span of a single day.

A true story of the strong women in my life, the cycles we have broken, and the traditions we have replaced them with.

DEATH DRIVE CHANT came in the throes of escaping heat, the beginnings of fall, creative burnout, California’s fire season, and general death rattle.

Originally I wrote ”The Fall” as a story describing a man falling in an endless void, told by a funny and witty third-person narrator.

Hi. I’m Lily. I’m transfem, I’m autistic, I’m a system, and I have ADHD.

As someone who looked very different from most kids in my group, these poems reflect my inner struggles growing up as a first-generation immigrant child.

Chicago Night is a micro-fiction piece which was written for my creative writing class.

An assignment about finding a word that does not translate into English was assigned in my class.

This is a piece in which the narrator believes his detective partner to be the culprit of their latest case.