Drown me in a glass that is half full, your optimism will kill me.
November: An Excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
November My heart is broken and I don’t know why. I never gave it away after him. Inside my chest, it hurts And I panic Because I cannot reach inside And stitch is back together Without killing myself. My mind is unraveling as my heart rots away I don’t understand the words that come from... Continue Reading →
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 →
Grab a Bowl
This isn't Porridge related AT ALL , but its this amazingly relevant personal essay I wrote some years ago. I'm revising it for a research paper I'm writing. I'll be posting it in 5minutes. Enjoy 🙂
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 →
Grab a Bowl
I'm whipping up something magical for you. l/r
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