Hair.My hair falls out in clumps.I watch it wash down the showerAnd I begin to cry.It’s so silly the little things we hold on to, the little things that make us feelspecial,hidden,pretty.Mommy is trying to make me feel pretty.She does my hair,My nails.She tells me “It’s going to be all right.”I don’t know if I... Continue Reading →
Porridge: An Excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Porridge Porridge:A lumpy morning soup.Like oatmeal, onlyMade with oats or cornmeal.It’s sweet and filling,And quickly finished.The scent of nutmeg,CinnamonAnd brown sugar.Porridge:It fills you up and keeps you warm.Daddy made it best,“Eat the corners first, they won’t burn your tongue.”Porridge:What we have left to remember.It’s sweet and filling,And quickly finished.Like life,Like love,Like him.It’s sweet and fillingAnd all... Continue Reading →
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Hello!I know, I know, I've been away for a while.I moved! Again. Finally to a place of my own, away from roommates who pee out the window, throw up at 2am every night, rap to acoustic guitar or put sugar in their mac and cheese.I'm free.Anyway, that's why I've been on a bit of a... Continue Reading →
Magnolia: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
MagnoliaMagnolia: was the name of my dearest friend.Locked boxes were we with one another.I could throw words into a pondAndShe’d promise me their security.I could cry in the distance,Laugh,Smile,Or settle in complete silenceBut still hear the love from the other end.We bloomed together,Leaf & MagnoliaHand in hand like two lost children.I saw her as Alexander,And... Continue Reading →
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I'll be posting another excerpt from Porridge tonight and I'd really love some feedback on the writing. I wrote this excerpt last night in a different style with more metaphors.I really couldn't articulate my feelings well enough for it to be simple.I hope you enjoy it.Here's a list of the other excerpts if you've missed them: Railings, Dominoes and Destinyl/r
Destiny: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
DestinySometimes I think of destiny and how things would have been if Daddy had recovered.By the laws of destiny, he would have to die someday.But I imagine I would have taken a year away from school and would have gone to Jamaica with him.To help him rebuild his home and keep it clean.He would buy... Continue Reading →
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I'm really happy you've enjoyed the excerpts I've shared from Porridge. The memoir is still in progress but I've been considering posting an excerpt every Monday.Now, I'm not promising anything since I still have to think about it :)Here are the links to the excerpts in case you've missed them: Railings and Dominoes I'll be posting another in 1 minute.l/r
Dominoes: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Dominoes Every now and then I remember the sound of dominoes slamming onto tables.I can almost hear the sound of men arguing over pitches made in the sports game on TV.Daddy and his friends.The clanking of Heineken bottles and swear words thrown through the air and,The men who remind the others that there is a... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 