My work moves between worlds: poems that trace the scars left by old wars of the soul, children's tales wrapped in soft strangeness and hidden magic, and fiction that listens closely to the voices history tried to quiet. Whether I'm writing of a courtesan navigating a world of silk and whispered betrayals or a child stepping into a forest stitched with myth, I'm always following the same thread-what becomes of us when our truest selves slip into the dark?