Trista Woojin writes dark, sometimes provocative (and occasionally bizarre, stream-of-consciousness-style) poetry (yes, most of her works do rhyme) about politics, alien worlds, cracked, fragmented, broken and twisted realities, fictional killers, imaginary cannibalistic dinner parties, broken dreams, lullabies of the cosmos, sapient stars becoming black holes, the universe being devoured, drifting through fog, apocalyptic ponderings, abandoned places, questions that cannot be answered, fantasy creatures, eldritch horrors, clockwork machinations, nightmares, post-apocalyptic scenarios, and much more. She currently resides in Texas, is fueled by copious amounts of coffee and owns a tuxedo cat named Twinkie.