Writing Portfolio

Touch is a human necessity.  We reach for warmth, breath, presence. When someone dies, the body, once porous and living, becomes separate...

Somatic grief, erotic decay, and the unbearable intimacy of being alive. I think my liver wants to fuck my lungs. They ache when I...

A grim exploration of vanishing quietly, dying without witness, and the dread of being unremarkable in the end. Not the act of dying, but...

Falling for bones, lungs, blood maps—emotional intimacy through internal anatomy. Some people fall for eyes or smiles. I fall for...

There are some fetishes that explore the fragility of the human form, but there are few as perplexing, intimate, and visceral as tooth...