Bad day My coffee is bitter, My attitude is worse. My day is mocking me As it did yesterday. My raspberry scone crumbles in my lap I’m wearing white today. My computer crashes. My project partners Leave the project unfinished. My coffee is bitter. I’ve left my wallet at home And cannot pay for my... Continue Reading →
Him: An Excerpt from Lielah: Book 2
Him. Contrary to popular belief I worry about running into him on the street. I think about it when I wake up how bitter-sweet it would be to see his face And hers next to it. I imagine him in my bed As he once was once upon a time, Allowing us to revisit old... Continue Reading →
Happiness: Last Day
My legs are in between his; I press my palms onto his desk and slowly raise my body until I’m sitting in front of him. “We can’t do this anymore,” he says. And I inhale slowly then bite down on my lip. He says this a lot. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” but for some... Continue Reading →
Happiness.
I'm working on a piece called Happiness: it's suppose to be short-story that will help me get my ideas onto paper. I haven't worked out the plot entirely but I have an idea as to where its going. I'll be posting chapters of Happiness here.
Black People Look Good in Yellow, The Illuminati is a Marketing Gimmick and Triple H is a Performance Artist: are titles of the books I’m going to write.
Which one would you read?
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 →
Famous Last Words 