I’m a stunningly mediocre twentysomething woman. As you may have guessed from the fact that I spill ink, I am on a quest to find myself. Somewhere. I probably left myself under the sofa.
As you may have guessed from the fact that I don’t actually write proper poetry but get my phone to do it for me, I don’t take anything seriously and have an awful lot of bloody cheek. This is surprisingly helpful in most situations and I recommend people do it more often.
When I’m not writing intentionally bad poetry, you can usually find me in a physics lab somewhere wondering why my experiment doesn’t work (again), in a computer lab wondering why my code doesn’t work (again), or in a large, crowded public area explaining physics to anyone who’s interested. And, of course, more than a few people who aren’t.
Senselessly Generated Poetry 