I’ve been writing since I was old enough to hold a pen, which, if you ask me, was both a gift and a warning sign.

I grew up reading mystery, fantasy, thriller, and horror. Not poetry. Never poetry. And yet here we are, two published poetry collections and a third probably being written at 2am on a Tuesday. Life is funny like that.

My debut collection goes to some dark places: family, friendship, love, loss, and the things that sit in between without a name. My second is quieter, more personal: poems written for someone I love. Both will make you feel things you didn’t sign up for.

I work full time, build websites when I’m bored, and am perpetually in the planning stages of a business that will definitely take off this time. Oh, and I wrote two poetry books. I blame insomnia and a lifelong delusion that I am Tony Stark.

When I’m not doing any of that, I’m crocheting projects I may or may not finish (my mum has opinions), playing video games with entirely too much emotional investment, and singing slightly out of tune on the keyboard and guitar. I used to write songs too, before I realized I should stick to poetry. I also read rofan manhwas and I have made my peace with that.