I have an exam today. While I should be prepping for it I'd rather sit in bed and watch Game of Thrones. Here's an excerpt from Porridge.
Orwell: The little boy I never met
The rocks he kicks with his feet Fall into place without any purpose. He steps into the sand and buries pebbles he finds. The pebbles and rocks mutter his name. Orwell. Socks filled with dirt, Shoes collecting memories. A little baby boy, Named by a mother and her love for Animal Farm. It was the... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl
I'm apart of this amazing writing collective here in Toronto. Last night we did an exercise and I wanted to share what I wrote. It was based on a photograph of a little boy I had never seen but already knew.
All I remember is the sun setting and watching the colour in my life bleed like the streaks in the sky.
Head in the Sky: The Ancients
November
I made a promise, To a girl I never knew, That I'd see Daddy again, In November, Three years later. Every day I'd miss my opportunity To prove myself to this strange girl. And with December at our door And the sky growing dark I know I will break my promise to her. From her... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 