This one is for me, and who I used to be.
Haircut: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Haircut I conquered a fear today, Sitting in a barber’s chair. Amongst pink walls and shanti style, With reggae playing behind my head. The shears pulsed against my skin, Cutting away masks of perfection. Clip, clip, clip. My hair falls to the ground. And I remember that day in the shower, Where my hair fell... Continue Reading →
Mystic: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
A friend of mine was a cancer patient and nearly kissed death. I ask her about her journey, and her scars. And she smiles willingly to share, her experiences. She doesn't drink nor smoke. And never will. But I do. I bought my first pack on Saturday, smoked five and woke up still drink on... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl
I wrote a poem in lecture today. Wanna hear it? l/r
Bubblegum pink sky and remnants of getting high.
Head in the Sky: The Lost Ones
Skin: A Excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Skin Tattered and pulled Too tight Too loose. My skin, Scarred and ruined And wounded. Saddened and angered By my life By my choices. These ungodly marks I stare at in the mirror- Remind me Of the journey I’ve led, Of the purple path I choose When everything was blue. Of the bowls I pushed... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl
This one is for me. Because I deserve at least one. l/r
Gallery: An Excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Gallery These images cut and cradled, From points of the past, Betray the grace of Time. Underneath each photograph the poet Writes And remembers The beautiful people who took his breath away. Black and white, Sometimes in colour, His messy hand makes the words hard to read. There is something so intimate about penmanship, The... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl
I HAVE INTERNET. I have since Monday, but I'm making a post tonight. I think next week I'll start from the beginning; Before my dad died, high school, friends and all. This originally began as an exercise for me, simply to get feedback on the writing, but I've received such amazing responses that I think... Continue Reading →
Oliver: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
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 →
Famous Last Words 