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 →
Grab a Bowl
I have soo much more wonderfulness to post. I was super excited last night because I found a USB key from my childhood with writing pieces on it. Just Words was a piece I wrote two years ago; I feel like I've opened a time capsule. I'll be posting more soon.
With Words
With Words Every outline, discovery and idea began with me. A long time ago, I sat in William’s study and helped him write Romeo and Juliet. Draft after draft, I poured his creativity out. With powerful expression, I etched every sonnet and in the end I helped him leave his mark. I began with a... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl
Go to your kitchen right now and grab the biggest bowl you can find. I mean salad bowls, a casserole dish, your bathtub will do: I have the most amazing thing for you tomorrow. So amazing I had to prepare you a day ahead of time. It's written and its wonderful. l/r
Birthday: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Birthday. Most years, my birthday marks the end of the school year. Some years, my birthday overlaps with my English exam. That year, my birthday fell on Father’s Day. - An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir A memoir about life after death, and a little girl who nearly lost her life after her father lost... Continue Reading →
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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.
Famous Last Words 