I wrote a poem in lecture today. Wanna hear it? l/r
Bubblegum pink sky and remnants of getting high.
Head in the Sky: The Lost Ones
Skin: A Excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Skin Tattered and pulled Too tight Too loose. My skin, Scarred and ruined And wounded. Saddened and angered By my life By my choices. These ungodly marks I stare at in the mirror- Remind me Of the journey I’ve led, Of the purple path I choose When everything was blue. Of the bowls I pushed... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl
This one is for me. Because I deserve at least one. l/r
Gallery: An Excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Gallery These images cut and cradled, From points of the past, Betray the grace of Time. Underneath each photograph the poet Writes And remembers The beautiful people who took his breath away. Black and white, Sometimes in colour, His messy hand makes the words hard to read. There is something so intimate about penmanship, The... Continue Reading →
I will grow old with these men. As the lonely trees have the wind, I have my brothers.
Head in the Sky: The Ancients
Grab a Bowl
I HAVE INTERNET. I have since Monday, but I'm making a post tonight. I think next week I'll start from the beginning; Before my dad died, high school, friends and all. This originally began as an exercise for me, simply to get feedback on the writing, but I've received such amazing responses that I think... Continue Reading →
Oliver: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Oliver My first reaction when my mom told me she had a surprise was that she was sending me off to be married. I don’t know why that’s what I thought, but it was. While I sat in the car with her and Richie all I could imagine was meeting a teenage boy who would... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl
Before my family moved up north my cat, Thorn ran away. I hate that - ran away- the sound it makes. He needed some fresh air and he went out as he always did with the expectation to come back to his family. Only to find the house empty, torn apart and his family no... Continue Reading →
Cemetery: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
CemeteryWe leave my older brother as he shovels the dirt atop my father’s coffin.He intended to bury him himself.My older brother, Kevin, had to take the shovel from him.In the car I am numb again.So many words bounce off the walls of my skull.People don’t think I will survive,I know because of the amount of... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 