Disclaimer: I do not know the answer to the question above.
My work is an attempt to figure that out.
I’m a poet and aspiring memoirist. I also dabble in weird, experimental fiction and being a person who influences. Not an influencer. Certainly not an Instagram poet, either.
Apparently she can. Click this thread to view my latest project, writing one poem every day for the entire year 2020. Or, read them on my Instagram story highlights. Or, just read them on this website.
My name is Michelle Emily Garcia. But you probably know me as @mooopsy.
I’ve been writing forever and if you know anything about me at all, you know that. I was quite literally dubbed the token weird writing kid in elementary school when I’d inundate our family computer with 200+ short stories and bring my “books” to show off during recess. That stuck through high school, too.
But anyway, writing is my world and all I want to fill it with. I’m one of the lucky ones. I was practically born knowing what I’d inevitably devote my life to.
I like the nitty gritty details. I like the raw and grotesque words that bleed. The stuff that normal people look away from– that’s my stuff. I’m shy in person but far from it in my poetry. It’s how I balance.
Fast facts time.
20 years old. Born and raised in a sleepy Northern VA suburb– heaven for wholesome neighborhoods but hell for writers with minds that can’t rest. Third-year senior at Virginia Polytechnic Institute and State University (lol, aka Virginia Tech) in Blacksburg, VA, my favorite place on earth and probably the entire galaxy. No joke. I’m graduating one year earlier than expected in May 2021 with double BA degrees in English Literature and Language (oh come on, you totally saw that one coming! Don’t I give off serious English major energy?) and Communication Science and Social Inquiry– oh, and I also have a minor in Public Health. Definitely a workaholic. Not proud.
When I grow up, I wanna be cool! Cool in the sense that can’t be crossed. My own person. Passionate about things and reckless in the pursuit of them.
I started this website when I was 13 freaking years old. A child! It’s evolved since then, but if you scroll back far enough, you’ll be able to read my cringey coming-of-age poems about middle school boys that didn’t like me back even though I’d slip melodramatic love letters into their lockers. In retrospect, it was probably because of that.
I don’t like to think of myself as someone that can fit in a singular discipline of thought. My passions intersect and mingle. I can’t make up my mind about one focus because I downright refuse to. Scopes are limiting, and I’m a creature of conflict and contradiction.