somewhere between a lecture and a late night, between a research question and a line break, there is a self that writes.

that’s the self this site belongs to.

I write poetry, fiction, non-fiction, essays, and the occasional piece of research that refuses to stay inside the lines of what research is supposed to be. I read voraciously and think about language the way some people think about music — as something that can be tuned, broken, and made strange again. I am pursuing a PhD, which mostly means I have learned to live comfortably with not knowing things.

extrawrites is where I put what doesn’t fit anywhere else. the poems that arrived at 2am. the essays that started as one thing and became another. the journals that are really just arguments with myself, made public.

I am also building something here — a small, slow community of people who care about words. readers, writers, people who are somewhere in between. if that is you, the Discord is open and the coffee is metaphorical but the conversation is real.

I am glad you found this page. stay as long as you like.