Bad day My coffee is bitter, My attitude is worse. My day is mocking me As it did yesterday. My raspberry scone crumbles in my lap I’m wearing white today. My computer crashes. My project partners Leave the project unfinished. My coffee is bitter. I’ve left my wallet at home And cannot pay for my... Continue Reading →
Him: An Excerpt from Lielah: Book 2
Him. Contrary to popular belief I worry about running into him on the street. I think about it when I wake up how bitter-sweet it would be to see his face And hers next to it. I imagine him in my bed As he once was once upon a time, Allowing us to revisit old... Continue Reading →
Happiness.
I'm working on a piece called Happiness: it's suppose to be short-story that will help me get my ideas onto paper. I haven't worked out the plot entirely but I have an idea as to where its going. I'll be posting chapters of Happiness here.
Where Have a I Been?
My computer crashed! And wiped all my poetry and artwork along with it, so I've been a little preoccupied. I managed to save Porridge but majority of my other files are gone. I traded in my laptop and got a beautiful 20inch Mac desktop: probably the most beautiful thing I could be typing on. That... Continue Reading →
Prints available here.
My apartment is my cafe, my spa, my studio, my therapist and my inspiration.
What does your home mean to you?
Black People Look Good in Yellow, The Illuminati is a Marketing Gimmick and Triple H is a Performance Artist: are titles of the books I’m going to write.
Which one would you read?
Process Work
I've been focusing on mark making rather than figurative painting for the last year. I'm interested in finding how the subconscious and the body partner up to create a mark -- In doing this I've found that certain things bother me and others excite me. For example, I'm not sure why but I cannot, for... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 