Trystan Popish (tris-ten pop-ish) writes to better understand family, mental health, disability, grief, and religion. She uses poetry to transform trauma into something beautiful and healing, often using landscape and nature imagery to map the emotional interior. In her essays, she documents her family’s oddities, optimism, and humor in the face of life’s upheavals.

Originally from western Colorado, Popish lives in Denver with her husband, toddler, diabetes, depression, two dogs, and two hairless guinea pigs.

She inherited the poetry gene and her middle name from her grandmother. She credits her ear for meter, however, to her mother reading Dr. Seuss’ The Sneetches to her as a child. As a result, she will never name all her sons Dave.