Hair.My hair falls out in clumps.I watch it wash down the showerAnd I begin to cry.It’s so silly the little things we hold on to, the little things that make us feelspecial,hidden,pretty.Mommy is trying to make me feel pretty.She does my hair,My nails.She tells me “It’s going to be all right.”I don’t know if I... Continue Reading →
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Porridge: An Excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Porridge Porridge:A lumpy morning soup.Like oatmeal, onlyMade with oats or cornmeal.It’s sweet and filling,And quickly finished.The scent of nutmeg,CinnamonAnd brown sugar.Porridge:It fills you up and keeps you warm.Daddy made it best,“Eat the corners first, they won’t burn your tongue.”Porridge:What we have left to remember.It’s sweet and filling,And quickly finished.Like life,Like love,Like him.It’s sweet and fillingAnd all... Continue Reading →
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Hello!I know, I know, I've been away for a while.I moved! Again. Finally to a place of my own, away from roommates who pee out the window, throw up at 2am every night, rap to acoustic guitar or put sugar in their mac and cheese.I'm free.Anyway, that's why I've been on a bit of a... Continue Reading →
Magnolia: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
MagnoliaMagnolia: was the name of my dearest friend.Locked boxes were we with one another.I could throw words into a pondAndShe’d promise me their security.I could cry in the distance,Laugh,Smile,Or settle in complete silenceBut still hear the love from the other end.We bloomed together,Leaf & MagnoliaHand in hand like two lost children.I saw her as Alexander,And... Continue Reading →
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I'll be posting another excerpt from Porridge tonight and I'd really love some feedback on the writing. I wrote this excerpt last night in a different style with more metaphors.I really couldn't articulate my feelings well enough for it to be simple.I hope you enjoy it.Here's a list of the other excerpts if you've missed them: Railings, Dominoes and Destinyl/r
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 →
It’s strange how alone you can feel when you’re in a crowd.
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