The following post is a poem I wrote when I was in a bad place. It may be a bit triggering to some, but I thought I'd share it. Its a promise I made myself and sometimes repeat when things get bad. For some reason though, I never make it to Day 90 with the... Continue Reading →
Mr. Monday: My First Publication
I could hear the kernels popping in the microwave as the smell of butter filled Clarissa’s kitchen. I stared at the numbers as they counted down. The movie played loudly and I peered around the refrigerator to see what was going on. Then I noticed a photograph, framed in wood on Clarissa’s mantel, it was... Continue Reading →
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 →
Not Just Words: Just with Words (Revision)
Not Just Words Just with Words I wrote a creative writing piece with the intention of expressing the power of words, rhetoric and publication. The goal of the piece was to research the eternal life of ideas and their ability to outlive their creators. To add some finesse, I wrote the piece through the perspective... Continue Reading →
Grab A Bowl: Hiatus
This year I've set myself up with quite a few goals to accomplish. Majority of them are art related and involve taking a lot of risks. I applied for an internship position at my local gallery and I'm working on a project proposal for the city's Art festival in October. So far, things seem to be... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 