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My father’s life was taken away by a gun. No- by a man, who saw him for something he wasn’t. Now, as a child of a man who never was, but in their eyes always will be- I am the gun’s next target.
Media: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Media We are a bundle of reasons no one will understand, Ever read, ever question, ever believe. We are molded by external factors And false rewards And we drop our purpose at the feet of the industry, Because we are stuck in a cave where our successes are objects, Things and items. We daydream As... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl
I wrote this last night while I was studying philosophy.
Grab a Bowl
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.
All I remember is the sun setting and watching the colour in my life bleed like the streaks in the sky.
Head in the Sky: The Ancients
November
I made a promise, To a girl I never knew, That I'd see Daddy again, In November, Three years later. Every day I'd miss my opportunity To prove myself to this strange girl. And with December at our door And the sky growing dark I know I will break my promise to her. From her... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 