Sip I was never thirsty to begin with I just needed my heart quenched And my mind soaked; And a bottle of wine just happened to be Conveniently placed On the shelf at the wine store. My heart isn’t broken, But if it was, I wouldn’t tell you. I just like the taste— It’s a... Continue Reading →
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.
Dominoes Every now and then I remember the sound of dominoes slamming onto tables.I can almost hear the sound of men arguing over pitches made in the sports game on TV.Daddy and his friends.The clanking of Heineken bottles and swear words thrown through the air and,The men who remind the others that there is a... Continue Reading →