FreewheelNature is autonomous, she does whatever the fuck she wants, she rages and erases colors and luxuriates kisses and makes up on her own termsDec 24, 2020Dec 24, 2020
Chicago WinterIn the morning, I slough off a cocoon of dead skin hoping to see a butterfly in the mirror. It’s always a crapshoot.Dec 2, 2020Dec 2, 2020
An Ode to Teetha poem first published in Helicon Literary Magazine (Northwestern University)Nov 27, 2020Nov 27, 2020
