There's a woman on the subway with a can opener And a fork. She watches me eat rice cakes And our eyes lock at Ossington Station, Then at Keele, Then Royal York. She takes a can of tuna from her purse and opens it. It usually rains in April, but this year it rains in... Continue Reading →
Sensitivity
I'll dwell on a simple expression you made with indifference, Or the structure of a sentence you said to me. I'll think of the way you walked by me without words, And declined my invite and company. I'll relive the moment when you said you were too busy, And too broke, Or too lazy to... Continue Reading →
Dreams
I never used to remember what happened in my dreams, Or dwell on them when I awoke. But lately, the images within them have become More vivid and disturbing Than ever before. Suddenly, I am back in relationships with bad boyfriends Who I've forgotten both love me and hate me. I even fall for their... Continue Reading →
Perhaps
I can't deny there is an empty feeling now within me. Perhaps it has to do with growing older and finding myself but I seriously feel like connecting with people on a deeper level is difficult for me. I've weighed the possibilities that perhaps my friends are not right for me or perhaps I am... Continue Reading →
School Girls
School Girls Sometimes I wish I had your cynicism And could laugh at everyone with you and the girls. I put on my bitchest face and pretend to hate Everything with a pulse, But my jokes aren’t heard and my comments seem ignorant, Because I don’t read underground publications, About feminist injustice, or cultural appropriation.... Continue Reading →
Bad day: An Excerpt from Lielah: Book 2
Bad day My coffee is bitter, My attitude is worse. My day is mocking me As it did yesterday. My raspberry scone crumbles in my lap I’m wearing white today. My computer crashes. My project partners Leave the project unfinished. My coffee is bitter. I’ve left my wallet at home And cannot pay for my... Continue Reading →
Happiness.
I'm working on a piece called Happiness: it's suppose to be short-story that will help me get my ideas onto paper. I haven't worked out the plot entirely but I have an idea as to where its going. I'll be posting chapters of Happiness here.
Man
There is always a man Who speaks to himself On our subway ride To Osgoode Or Wilson. He'll arise from his seat To address an invisible reflection Of himself That dangles in the air. While passengers sit and stare, Avoiding eye contact with This "strange" man I sit in neutrality because I was taught of... Continue Reading →
Grab A Bowl: Hiatus
This year I've set myself up with quite a few goals to accomplish. Majority of them are art related and involve taking a lot of risks. I applied for an internship position at my local gallery and I'm working on a project proposal for the city's Art festival in October. So far, things seem to be... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 