CURRENT WORK
The Serpeant and The Red Sun
"Quick steps. One. One two one. One two four. Three two four one. A falling crate, a barking dog. Think fast. Run faster. Stop. Breathe. She turned around herself within the store. This mission had turned into a shit show. Worse than a shit show.
In her mind’s eye, she could see fire. She could see them. Heat. Fire. Melting. Fire.
She shook her head once more. Where was she? Where was their team? They had completely scattered across the city in order to get out alive. For the most part anyway."
Kias and their team of bandits run through the desert of Ontaila stealing from the rich and giving to the poor, sound familiar? Our team of protagonists orignates from a hidden settlement where they thrive on protecting the rest of the surrounding peoples. Silks, golds, beads, and charms are in mass supply along the river Tesh.

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PUBLISHED WORKS
He Said, She Said, That I Said...
"I cannot express how many times I have seen straight women kissing other women in order to get attention or to demonstrate their authentic sexuality in a fashion that will not inadvertently out their queer identity… because “she’s drunk, she’s just kissing girls because she’s drunk. It’s the alcohol.” Many straight women kiss other girls as a spectacle because the performative nature of acting queer turns many men on; they think it’s “hardcore shit” and if a woman is going to go that hard when performing with other women then she must be great in bed with men. Treating queer sensibility, whether it be for sexuality or gender, as a spectacle is degrading to the queer community: Imagine me, your resident queer, walking into a fraternity or bar and seeing men get off on straight girls acting gay. There is a normalized fetishization of queer women, and reinforcing that men are going to take advantage of the queer spectacle is dangerous to both straight and queer women, (Annalisa et al). How can we begin to keep queer women safe, when all around them their love, their identities, are being malformed into pornographic material for the enjoyment of others?
Heteronormativity has been institutionalized within the Greek system on university campuses. I see this in how women and men are separated by gender within their houses. I see this in how women aren’t allowed to throw “afters”. How can we make sure that all genders feel welcome in a system that has been separating and reinforcing the gender binary for hundreds of years? There are so many different genders than the binary suggests. What of those who are trans? How can they safely join a sorority or fraternity? How can we make certain that the hazing process won’t objectify them? What of all the individuals who don’t identify as strictly a woman or a man: non-binary, agender, or genderfluid like me? Many sororities and fraternities use gendered language such as sisters and brothers. I don’t want to be a “sister”; I don’t feel as though that encapsulates who I am or could ever be. Non-binary individuals have mastered the neutralizing of language in order for it to be all-encompassing, the queer community has easily absorbed this new structure, yet it has been a large struggle for others to understand (Hansen)."
A written TED Talk discussing how Greek Life negatively impacts the night life on college campuses, creating a dangerous environment for queer women and their straight counterparts.
If I Were A Boy...
"Oh! And, when you see us in the elevator it might be best to just not engage. Most of us probably don’t have anything of interest to talk about anyway. Are you taking any notes? You might need them. It’s hard to remember things. Are you getting this?
Do you understand?
Look up.
Look up at my eyes when I speak to you. A woman has two eyes, not four."
This is a satirical essay in the form of a written letter bringing forth the glass ceiling and how it truly effects women over men. Women are stronger than they appear, and will ever be given credit for.
Love(d) Me Like That
"It’s rhythmic, it’s quiet. Everything is blurry as I open my eyes. It’s dark, it’s calm.
Rain hits against the window. I sit there and listen to it; I watch the water run down the glass, it’s like they’re racing each other. I would have laughed if my head didn’t hurt so bad. My vision is hazy, my head is throbbing. 1. 2. 3. 4. I can feel my head pound down into my neck. Even if I am comfortable in this oversized bed. It’s warm, it’s soft.
I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth, hoping that the more I settle, the more I can see, think, clearly. The throbbing becomes an ebbing. The vision becomes a bedroom. Rain hits against the window. I sit there and listen to it.
Where am I? This isn’t my window; this isn’t my oversized bed. As I inhale once again, I’m struck with the musty air. It’s heavy, it’s thick."
A narrative article writen for Moody Magazine Vol 3. Depicting the ugliness of a one night stand, yet the real beauty behind sapphic relationships that can't exist past the sun rise.
ABOUT ME

Literature has been a part of my life since I was very small. As it probably has for many. My personal journey with Creative Writing started when I was 13-years-old, and it has been a love that will truly last a life time.
EDUCATION
Syracuse University
College of Arts and Sciences
- Writing, Rhetoric, and Composition
- Creative Writing
Antincipated Graduation May 2025

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