Monthly Archives: September 2014

Skin: A Excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir

Skin Tattered and pulled Too tight Too loose. My skin, Scarred and ruined And wounded. Saddened and angered By my life By my choices. These ungodly marks I stare at in the mirror- Remind me Of the journey I’ve led, Of the purple path I choose When everything was blue. Of the bowls I pushed…

Gallery: An Excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir

Gallery These images cut and cradled, From points of the past, Betray the grace of Time. Underneath each photograph the poet Writes And remembers The beautiful people who took his breath away. Black and white, Sometimes in colour, His messy hand makes the words hard to read. There is something so intimate about penmanship, The…

Grab a Bowl

I HAVE INTERNET. I have since Monday, but I’m making a post tonight. I think next week I’ll start from the beginning; Before my dad died, high school, friends and all. This originally began as an exercise for me, simply to get feedback on the writing, but I’ve received such amazing responses that I think…

Oliver: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir

Oliver My first reaction when my mom told me she had a surprise was that she was sending me off to be married. I don’t know why that’s what I thought, but it was. While I sat in the car with her and Richie all I could imagine was meeting a teenage boy who would…

Cemetery: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir

Cemetery We leave my older brother as he shovels the dirt atop my father’s coffin. He intended to bury him himself. My older brother, Kevin, had to take the shovel from him. In the car I am numb again. So many words bounce off the walls of my skull. People don’t think I will survive,…