An Excerpt from my memoir “Porridge”

RailingsMarvin tells me of a spot in the subway station where the suicidal people make their jumps.And of a blue phone you pick up when you need someone to stop you.I stand in the subway station and hold the concrete post: to secure myself and prevent my body from lunging forward.As the ground beneath me... Continue Reading →

Parisia

When I make a character I imagine myself as someone else, with different trials and tribulations, sorrows and successes and heartache and happiness. I allow myself to embody someone else for just a second and capture how they feel in collage and poetry.  I haven't posted any characters this weekend because I've been thinking about... Continue Reading →

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