I write in the language of inheritance.

My work is concerned with what is passed down through blood, silence, devotion, and harm; how girlhood is shaped into doctrine, how family becomes both origin and scripture, and how survival learns to disguise itself as fate. I am drawn to the theology that forms quietly inside domestic life: the unspoken commandments, the private rituals, the laws we obey without ever being formally taught.

My debut collection, The House That Eats Its Daughters, emerges from this lineage, but it is not the beginning of the questions—only one articulation of them. Across all of my work, I return to the same sacred tensions: devotion and resentment, softness and sharpness, love and the violence it can carry. I am interested in what we inherit without consent and what it costs to name it.

This website functions as a living archive rather than a portfolio. It holds poems, fragments, cycles, and future scripture still being written. The boundaries between projects remain intentionally porous. Each body of work speaks to the others across time.

Nothing here is neutral.
Everything here is part of the same bloodline of work.