• Circe

    No man is an island, but some women are. Turning men into pigs is not an act of transformation but one of revelation.

  • Why Enemies to Lovers is the Best Trope

    If you’ve read young adult novels or fanfiction or really any kind of fantasy you’re familiar with the enemies to lovers trope. For those of you who are unfamiliar, it’s exactly what it sounds like. Two main characters who are at odds in some way, they may be on opposite sides of a struggle (i.e. […]

  • Do I even need to say it?

    I don’t want to make a post about this year but before anything this blog serves as posterity. It’s a constantly evolving letter to my future self so I can remember who I used to be and where I was. I’m looking at pictures from last new year’s eve and I feel overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by […]

  • what does it mean to be a woman?

    I think we can all agree that gender is just a social construct. How you do your hair, the clothes you wear, what’s between your legs is irrelevant when it comes to identifying as a gender. Being a woman or being a man can be whatever you want to be! But if being a woman […]

  • This is a poem about hating Snapchat

    I’m tired of people that leave a bad taste in my mouth and intimacy that goes out like a light. I’m tired of performing a character who is a corner I have backed myself into. She is the role I have been training for all my life. I am impossible to look directly at and see […]

  • Maybe spinsters are just tired of the haters

    I realized that with turning 24,  I have officially entered my mid 20s. And with that comes an influx of my peers who are falling in love, getting married, and getting pregnant (on purpose). Honestly? I don’t really have any fears about being “behind” or never finding someone. I do fear over-prioritizing the search. Whenever […]

  • 23 Things I’ve learned being 23

    After years of begging my parents for a dog and more years of identifying as a cat person it turns out I’m not a pet person! I like animals just fine – I just don’t want to responsible for them permanently. Also: I firmly believe that it is incredibly unsanitary to sleep with an animal […]

  • daisies, etc .

    Today is tender white calves and toes  The impulse to buy yourself flowers, kiss someone when the sun is still out A new year of its own kind – the sun tucking its fingers underneath your skin  The wet green waiting, your mouth tasting of tomorrow  We want to touch each other again, lace fingers […]

  • A poem for Boston

    Boston is an old boyfriend who I reminisce about often. It’s a relationship made beautiful in the past tense. At the time it was too dark to see my hand in front of my face, to see beyond next week, next month. But here was a cold, winter bed of becoming, the sense of being […]

  • The actual city that never sleeps

    I came back from India over two weeks ago and I’ve been struggling to write about it. There’s so much I want to write about: complicated feelings of first world guilt, wondering how different I would be if my parents hadn’t immigrated, the feeling of belonging and yet being a stranger all at once. Being […]