Words of Bioluminescence began circa 2020, in an attempt to archive my poetry collections. I was majoring in English with a poetry intensive minor, and pumping out lyric like a madwoman. Sharing my work online became thrilling. My literary friendships supported me into performing live poetry from a typewriter. Seldom documents of my live poetry exist on WordsofBioluminescences Instagram, while most have been cherished but lost to the inspiration. Through this experience, I gained footing in the publishing circle. In 2025, I released my first independent collection through Myrtle Haus Publishing, titled Jouissance. This work is incredibly dear to me. It is a self meditation turned tangible. From this accomplishment, I began hosting local writer workshops and continuing my purpose of writing poetry.
Accepting Commission
I offer the unique experience of transfering inspiration among one another. I write a poem, you inspire me. I am currently accepting private orders for custom poems. Additionally, I offer private parties, vendor events, and freelance projects. Consider a collaboration with me.
Postal Poetry
Postal Poetry is a subscription based program that delivers poetry to interject with your usual mail. Each month I curate hand typed poetry in variant manifestations for Postal Poetry members. Snail mail is a lost art form, and I hope to keep poetry alive amongst literature lovers.
“When an outside agency takes it upon itself to attempt the censorship of poetry it is censoring the acceptance of truth and the leap toward revelation.
When a society becomes afraid of its poets, it is afraid of itself. A society afraid of itself stands as another definition of hell. A poem that is written and published becomes available to those who choose to read it. This seems to me to imply one primary responsibility on the part of the poet—that he tell the truth as he sees it. That he tell it as beautifully, as amazingly, as he can; that he ignite his own sense of wonder; that he work alchemy within the language—these are the form and existence of poetry itself.”
— Lenore Kandel, Word Alchemy
