• Publications

    The Wrong of My Birth

    Do you ever scratch until you bleed? Do others look at you in disgust because they can't stomach your raw red lesions or the scattering of flaky dust you leave in your wake? Do you know what it feels like…

  • Bleeding Girls Initiation Ritual

    Bleeding Girls Initiation Ritual

    We arrive in the dark at the shortest night and cluster away from the pyre. We are nameless and unsure, bleeding without a wound. We count: forty of us against three of them. Still, we feel outnumbered. We rub our…

  • On Life,  Wander, Wonder, Write

    Quarantine Stories

    We were in Vietnam when the country went into semi-lockdown. For three weeks in April, we hardly left the property. We were allowed to go out for food or medical emergencies, yet preferred to stay quarantined. I was quite anxious…