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... Continue Reading →
Coins: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
CoinsI can’t tell you the amount of coinsMy father found when he was alive.Pennies,Nickels,Dimes.All aligned waiting for him,To stop and pick up.He’d catch a glimpse of their silvery,Faces,Laying flat and unimportant on the sidewalk.When he’d pick them up I’d smileIn amazement that he could spot so manyOf these neglected, inconspicuous currency;While others walk so proudly... Continue Reading →
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I'll be posting much more come next Monday, I haven't had my internet set up as yet. But Monday, you'll be getting so many Porridge excerpts and HITS characters you won't know what to do with yourself.Posting in 1 minute! l/r
5:24am: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
5:24amI wake up at 5:24am to a room of dimly lit candlesAnd confusion.A day doesn’t pass that I don’t hope he will appear to me in the night.Wish for it.Hope for it.Dread it.To sit at my bed and tell me he is proud,That he sees me,Still sees me,And always will.I dreamt of him today,We were... Continue Reading →
Hair: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
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
Famous Last Words 