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When we’d sneak out together I swear I thought my heart would pound out of my chest. I barely watched the movies, I just watched him and I always knew.
Grab A Bowl: And Be Prepared
Tonight I'm writing a personal essay on things in social media, and media, that bother me. Be Prepared is all I can say.
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 →
Starving: A Poem from Porridge: A Memoir
Starving My grandma reminded me that I’ve gained weight As a way of expressing her admiration. You see, in her country the more you weigh The lighter your disposition— The less it seems that you are burdened with Worry, Or heartache. I wasn’t hurt by her words, And I took them lovingly with a squeeze... Continue Reading →
Grab A Bowl
I wrote a poem today. Wanna see it ?
Early Morning
Fridays are my blog days from now on. I have an early morning class on cultural landscape that I might be missing today because of my ACUTE BRONCHITIS. I've been coughing since 3am, not to mention for the last 4 days. I'm clearly self-diagnosed and have prescribed myself ginger tea and honey as well as... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl: Podcasts
I had this idea of posting podcasts where I read excerpts from Porridge. I think it'll be more intimate and have more characteristics of performance or spoken word. Like this post if you'd like to hear me reading some excerpts and I'll create list of the ones I'll be reading. xx
Brooklyn Baby: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Brooklyn Baby I cried yesterday when I got home. I felt my insides shake and my spine curl inwards, Like my body was seeking a warm hug from something, Anything, Even itself. I sat in bed and closed my eyes then let the music play with them closed, Sometimes, if I let it consume me... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 