Carolyn Ho, Carolyn Au Ai Ho, or as found on her SAT test results and credit cards, Carolyn A Ho:

Is a first or second generation Vietnamese American or American Vietnamese creative who writes poems, blunt essays based on false realities that are autobiographical, dabbles professionally with graphic design, and recreationally with fine art. She has a proclivity towards tea and dachshunds, should you wish to bribe her. She works at Stanford and writes letters and reports to wealthy donors she will never meet.

Carolyn is based in San Francisco, but was cleaved from the saturated desperation and all consuming vanity known as Los Angeles. She is drawn towards writing about death (regardless of how clichéd that is), motherhood, parenthood, identity, divorce, politics, the elderly, care-giving, care-taking, and dementia. She is drawn to writing as a means to an end. What end is to be determined. She spends as little time as possible outdoors, and prefers a well-paved path that winds through manicured parks with curated plants and trees, coupled with plaques that identify their genus and species, pleased that life can thrive together in ways nature does not anticipate and yet accepts. The sun unifies this tableau. We are all ok.

Carolyn’s writing uses the often a confessional tone, without irony, or the affirmation and affliction of Instagram, because there is no shame in being honest. Honesty is compelling. There is nothing more honest than a poem. Nothing is more natural than a memory spent basking in the sun and shit talkin metaphors.