In my last life I did physics. Some time in 2017, I sat down in lab and, instead of aligning the laser, wrote a story. A few months later I published a sci-fi story, instead of a paper, in Nature. Then I started writing poetry, too, and it’s all downhill from there.
I like writing about women and sharp things, so my poetry collection, Goddess Bandit of the Thousand Hands, is full of them. I like stewing in late-night second thoughts and illusions, optical or otherwise, like the ones in my prose chapbook, Hard Mother, Spider Mother, Soft Mother. And sometimes I close my eyes and think back to what it was like to not know English, and those fragments went into AMNESIA.
I hope you’ll stay a while and look around.