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We met within the echo of these porcelain sinks. Drugs lay beneath my bare legs, spread for your welcome. We’ve been inseparable since.
Destiny: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
DestinySometimes I think of destiny and how things would have been if Daddy had recovered.By the laws of destiny, he would have to die someday.But I imagine I would have taken a year away from school and would have gone to Jamaica with him.To help him rebuild his home and keep it clean.He would buy... Continue Reading →
Grab a bowl
I'm really happy you've enjoyed the excerpts I've shared from Porridge. The memoir is still in progress but I've been considering posting an excerpt every Monday.Now, I'm not promising anything since I still have to think about it :)Here are the links to the excerpts in case you've missed them: Railings and Dominoes I'll be posting another in 1 minute.l/r
Dominoes: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Dominoes Every now and then I remember the sound of dominoes slamming onto tables.I can almost hear the sound of men arguing over pitches made in the sports game on TV.Daddy and his friends.The clanking of Heineken bottles and swear words thrown through the air and,The men who remind the others that there is a... Continue Reading →
More Porridge?
Yesterday, I posted an excerpt from the memoir I'm writing and I got an excellent response. Although, I really wanted a ton of feedback and thoughts I received a handful of likes that have given me the impression that you enjoyed what you read. If you go into my FAQ you'll see that I mention... Continue Reading →
And we lay down as if we were dead, to admire the sky above and the heavens we had heard of.
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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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Famous Last Words 