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Writing and storytelling have been a huge part of my life for as long as I've been alive, even if it took a long time for me to figure that out. I remeber, now, being in Montessori and making a picture book with a friend, and doing the same thing again on my own in the second grade. I remember how I put as much effort as I possibly could into my little short stories for classes, too, and how I played pretend the most elaborate scenarios through all of elementary school (as most little girls did, to be fair). Still, when we voted for each other to get little awards in the second grade, and I got 'Wonderful Writer', I was distraught that it wasn't the Animal Lover title I was looking for. I knew I loved to read (a lot), but I didn't know the place writing had in my life yet. It feels simple looking back. I still have that award certificate now, and I look back at it sometimes.

In the fourth grade, I entered a writing competition, sponsored by my school district, my mom having showed me the flyer and said I should try. When I sat down to write, I told the story of a girl who made it to the US via DACA and her experience learning English. It wasn't very good, and I forgot about it soon after I submitted it. Half a year later, I won something. To be honest with you, I don't remember what-- first in the district or second regionally or something like that, I think-- but that's not what matters to me. It peaked my interest in writing, and changed my course in life.

My reasons for writing have changed, though I still love it simply like I did before. It's community and resistance to me, mainly, but it's also reclaiming the story telling and the stories themselves that I know are in my blood-- those that were stolen from my ancestors slowly and painfully and all at once. It's unraveling the story of my body, and my communities, and how we need each other, and how we can and must take back what is ours. Writing is how I shape my world.

To be honest, Disability makes it hard to write as often as I'd like, but it adds a lot to my work when I do get to write, too. My publications are quite slim, but I'm constantly submitting and working on new projects when I can.


2024

SHIVER PINE: a horror zine | issue #2 - PROWLING, SLINKING THROUGH SHADOWS / Parasitic / an aberration; a ripple in the film of your eye. October 2024.

Transmuted - The Rebirth of Venus as a Dyke. June 2024. Read here.

Sugar Pine Literary - locked, falling: for generations / Anesthetized / Parasitic. May 2024. Read here.

Collections of Transience: A Poetry Chapbook - the well of my throat / When White Clover Coos & Croons. May 2024. Read here.

Collections of Transience - Published around once monthly with them. Current publications this year include:

A Gift, Once Given, Must Not Be Spurned: The VERVE Anthology of Eco-Poetry - Sickness in a Cool, Coastal Wood. February 2024. Read here.

2023

Sugar Pine Literary - Super Jugo Dinámico / Ranch Dogs / the rude disappearance of a home. March 2023. Read here.

LBRNTH Magazine: Vol 3 - ode to skin on skin / Honeyed Irises. May 2023. Read here.

SHIVER PINE: a horror zine - A Clear Sunday Morning / Body Parts. October 2023.

Collections of Transience - Published around once monthly with them. Publications in 2023 include:

NPB Youth Conservation Corps Hill to Harbor Blog - Week 4: Black Heritage Trail Blog. August 2023. Read here.

2022

Sugar Pine Literary - Ne’er a Lion / ‘Cross. March 2022. Read here.