"To burn. To ache. To be regrown."

Around Lu, the sun rose and the night set, the trees grew and shed leaves, animals gave birth and died, plants bloomed, stars expanded and burst.

Taking a moment to look up and look out.

A strange sketch

Facebook took my memories, and I didn’t care.

First place (fiction) winner in the Honi Soit Writing Competition 2019

Second place (fiction) winner in the Honi Soit Writing Competition 2019

Third place (fiction) winner in the Honi Soit Writing Competition 2019

Editors' Choice (fiction) in the Honi Soit Writing Competition 2019

Poems about intergenerational trauma.