creative portfolio
video and poetry samples
Ghost Goose
A recently divorced, anxious mother and her two kids move into a haunted mansion controlled by a mystical Goose that preys on its inhabitants' flaws. (Short Film).
Role: Producer
Film available upon request.
Fallen Justice
Fallen Justice is a supernatural adventure web series following three teenagers in a small town who become embroiled in the machinations of vengeful fallen angels.
I served as an associate producer, writer, assistant director for Season 2. Shown below are the episodes I wrote for the second season.
Here is a playlist for the full web series. Full scripts are available upon request.
Season 2 Episode 2: Ginny and Zadkiel enlist the help of Miranda, Ginny's girlfriend, to save Beth and Nikki— but why should they try to save the rest of the town?
Season 2 Episode 7: It's kill or be killed in this unfamiliar new world, and no one knows that better than an infamous mercenary. Who is the mysterious Wandering Rogue, and what do they seek from the powerful angel Pahaliah?
Season 2 Episode 4: What do angel Grace and magic powers do to desperate teenagers? Ginny, Miranda, and Zadkiel are about to find out— and face off against newly powerful opponents.
scrap metal & white space
A poetry mini-chapbook written for my ENGL-105x portfolio under the guidance of Professor Diana Arterian and submitted to the 2018 Undergraduate Writer’s Conference where it won an honorable mention.
Access the full collection here.
excerpt from the war is a white noise machine trilogy
the war is a white noise machine trilogy is a series of three poems that explores the nature of toxic relationships
cold war countdown
five.
gettysburg; four score and seven years ago, we didn’t exist but god knew we would end up like this: anonymous casualties, another pair of lovers lost to a faulty metaphor about how love is war. you’re an experienced general at the top of your field, mastermind at this sort of game, and i’m greener than the day is long.
four.
somme; oh, we tried. we fought and we fought and we fought only to lose, gathering a million invisible scars along the the lines where our hands set off dynamite.
we fought and fought and fought only to ever only to lose hope of v-day. this is what happens when love leaves you gagged with a chloroform rag.
three.
tet offensive; we’re officially a quagmire.
i don’t know how to back out without you breaking your napalm heart.
i can’t handle another explosion.
two.
normandy; you keep begging me not to leave. you need me like a commander needs a soldier, someone to order around, someone to keep down, someone to parade to show how high you’ve risen. you collect soldier-girls like babushka dolls.
i can’t anymore. loving you is like trusting an execution squad.
one.
this is a tribute to the unsung battles: disease.
the way it ravages the battlefield that is my body is unique.
your poison filters its way through my spirit like absinthe through my liver, but i’m thinking about a different kind of consumption babe. something more along the lines of tuberculosis, something that can explain why i still dream of your cholera kisses.
disease is the one true equalizer.
generals die of plague, just like their babushka dolls.
lucky i believe in vaccines.
we should end with a bang, bang, bang, or a boom, boom, boom… with something.
but love is war is a charlatan’s truth
i’m waving the white flag
surrender.