“As a poet writing in a language which is not my mother tongue, I do of course struggle sometimes. I don’t know every single fancy word of the English language, and I still make mistakes, but I think this is what makes me pay attention; it’s the advantage of carefully crafting sentences and lines in a language that is not your own. A lot of my writing happens as I discover and dissect new words – reading helps a lot with that– and when I experiment with their meaning, rearrange, play with various interpretations. It is a different realm of creativity, the awkward, beautiful, enlightening one between intention and cultures….”

Read my new poem ‘Milchgefühl’ in the wonderful Dissonance Magazine. It is a poem trying to give a name to the indescrible feeling and misunderstandings around individual perceptions of depression and the realisation that no matter how much you care for someone, nobody can save anyone but themselves.

Life in lockdown has altered my relationship with my bookshelf. Can you relate?
Read my new blog post in Intersections Lit Magazine.

Find my prose text ‘fizzled out’ in the new issue of the wonderful Memoira Magazine alongside amazing artwork by Ally Zlatar.

“She nods, trying not to smile. She grabs her own glass, stirs the ice cubes inside with the steel drinking straw, faster, the sharp click clack of ice on glass turning into a coherent vortex of jarring until the vigor of the sound reaches her mind…”

New poetry published in Memoira Magazine: Find my poems 'hindsight is 2020', which I created by rearranging fragments of news headlines over the course of two months in 2020, and my poem 'normotherapy', an appreciation to a mother's sacrifices, in their new issue.

In this personal essay published by the wonderful Dissonance Magazine, I describe my life after being diagnosed with type 1 diabetes and how it has progressed and affected depression and anxiety:

“I stay in a spacious six-bed dormitory in a pier-side hostel in Brighton when, upon my return from the Seven Sisters…”

‘ciel’, she said, that’s what the french call it, the ceiling of mother earth –
she looked up.
it was incredibly white from the red, the blue, the yellow; white as the sum of the spectrum, white as the desolation of something terminated…

A blog article over on Intersections Lit Magazine about the absence of live music and concerts.

Dear Loneliness Project aims to create the world’s longest letter by compiling letters from all around the world dealing with loneliness and isolation. Read my letter here.

My creative nonfiction text about life with a chronic illness.

My text Ten after Ten was published in C-Heads Magazine.

My poem ‘evolution’ was published in issue 5 of the independent Berlin based print publication FU Review.

“You dare to wonder; did you miss the beat because your heart was too busy loving someone so far away?”