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Listless and lost, I am left powerless to old age and a generation that burdens my existence.
Let the dust fill you, let the smoke be your meal. In the dark, on empty, everything becomes real.
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Cross the bridge with me and I’ll take you home.
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Penmanship: A Series
My childhood remembers you, I do not. Or atleast I try not to. I love the idea of physically scribing words overtop of images, now a days everything is typed on a computer. Penmanship is so intimate and I write with my eyes. Here's a new series of poetry written overtop of provocative images I ripped... Continue Reading →
Coming: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Trinkets dance as the days roll along. The leaves fall to the ground, Damp and deteriorated Waiting for the winter. The girls ask what vixen I will become But all I think of is the vixen I've been as the third year approaches. It's like Christmas and less like Halloween. New gifts opened and the... Continue Reading →
Leaf: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Leaf Freshly baked bread dangled before pigeons. The colour orange and its place in the sky. My big forehead and Daddy’s coconut tree. Pears, peanut butter and August twenty-sixth. Happiness, lies and goodbyes. Smiles, frowns and art making. Seductive, fearless, indecisive. Norma Jeane’s Marilyn Monroe. A metaphor for the things alive inside me. Skin, fat... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl
This one is for me, and who I used to be.
Haircut: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Haircut I conquered a fear today, Sitting in a barber’s chair. Amongst pink walls and shanti style, With reggae playing behind my head. The shears pulsed against my skin, Cutting away masks of perfection. Clip, clip, clip. My hair falls to the ground. And I remember that day in the shower, Where my hair fell... Continue Reading →
Mystic: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
A friend of mine was a cancer patient and nearly kissed death. I ask her about her journey, and her scars. And she smiles willingly to share, her experiences. She doesn't drink nor smoke. And never will. But I do. I bought my first pack on Saturday, smoked five and woke up still drink on... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 