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