
Vol. 3, Issue 18
“There is this sense of motion and rearranging—the way a wren uses her body to smooth and shape the interior of a nest. In a series of poems about house renovations and remodeling, one senses the poet is writing around (and through) the hunger for roots that is part of her inheritance.”
-Alina Stefanescu, “The House that Grief Built, A Review”


Maneater | Photography
Maneater Trying to achieve self-love, but never quite getting there, we adorn ourselves with pretty things like jewelry. Currently, I am exploring what makes us human. Not our biology but our mind. I am primarily fascinated by what we choose to hide from the world and...