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We are flatlining while you inhale: the borrowed air that you believe is yours by right is something we send to those who don’t deserve it.
Let the dust fill you, let the smoke be your meal. In the dark, on empty, everything becomes real.
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Penmanship: A Series
My childhood remembers you, I do not. Or atleast I try not to. I love the idea of physically scribing words overtop of images, now a days everything is typed on a computer. Penmanship is so intimate and I write with my eyes. Here's a new series of poetry written overtop of provocative images I ripped... Continue Reading →
Mother
Potted like plants, we are the roots of your survival and the void in the sea. We are always here but not here at all. Stumble and step, You insult and wound. Stand up and walk, You kiss and swoon.
More characters?
I'm not going to lie, I've been supremely caught up in writing and school and haven't been making characters. But I love them. These little collaged people are everything to me. They're creative, thoughtful, provoking, and beautiful. Do I miss them as much as you do?
Coming: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Trinkets dance as the days roll along. The leaves fall to the ground, Damp and deteriorated Waiting for the winter. The girls ask what vixen I will become But all I think of is the vixen I've been as the third year approaches. It's like Christmas and less like Halloween. New gifts opened and the... Continue Reading →
Leaf: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Leaf Freshly baked bread dangled before pigeons. The colour orange and its place in the sky. My big forehead and Daddy’s coconut tree. Pears, peanut butter and August twenty-sixth. Happiness, lies and goodbyes. Smiles, frowns and art making. Seductive, fearless, indecisive. Norma Jeane’s Marilyn Monroe. A metaphor for the things alive inside me. Skin, fat... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 