A biting lesbian visibility essay that turns the male gaze into a punchline, and reclaiming lesbian identity as boundary, a refusal, and a glittering threat.

A geologically unstable essay about Iceland, repression, and falling for someone who feels like a natural disaster with excellent communication skills.

A darkly funny confessional poem in which Saint Dymphna becomes the exhausted witness to spirals, exes, hyperfixations, and the very modern theater of unraveling.

A blasphemous, darkly funny spoken-word poem about Catholic guilt, queer desire, and the lingering urge to be forgiven even when you look incredible not repenting.

A feral little afterlife poem about Saint Peter being annoying, God being funnier than the Church, and October 3rd Mean Girls references absolutely earning their wings.

A Catholic-school rage poem for every weird girl who got called disruptive when she was really just early.
*Based on my real life expulsion from St. Peter’s RC School in Lewiston, NY

A ferocious spoken-word poem about communion, religious shame, and the hunger that survives every attempt to make suffering look sacred.

A sharper, more feral remix of Hey Nurse!, this poem reclaims the nurse beneath the echo, naming burnout, grief, and rage with its teeth still in.

A narrative poem about burnout, devotion, institutional exhaustion, and the strange afterlife of being needed by everyone except yourself.

A darkly satirical poem in which nursing documentation becomes the container for death, family devastation, and the impossible administrative fiction of “stable.”

A poem of institutional fury and hard-earned authority, confronting the polished language of the “industry” with the lived knowledge it too often tries to overwrite.

Written in the tradition of George Ella Lyon’s “I Am From,” this poem assembles a self from rosaries, winter, food, nursing, and inheritance, tracing the sacred and bruised geography of a life.