Whisper Tell me a dirty message through pursed lips, In hast, in hurry and in love. I’ll be your confessional for a moment Or forever if you wish. I’ll hold my breath as you breathe your Life into my ear. Whisper your sins and I’ll take them in silence And hold them for you So... Continue Reading →
Starving: A Poem from Porridge: A Memoir
Starving My grandma reminded me that I’ve gained weight As a way of expressing her admiration. You see, in her country the more you weigh The lighter your disposition— The less it seems that you are burdened with Worry, Or heartache. I wasn’t hurt by her words, And I took them lovingly with a squeeze... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl: Podcasts
I had this idea of posting podcasts where I read excerpts from Porridge. I think it'll be more intimate and have more characteristics of performance or spoken word. Like this post if you'd like to hear me reading some excerpts and I'll create list of the ones I'll be reading. xx
Grab a Bowl.
It's late, but I don't care. My heart hurts.
With Words
With Words Every outline, discovery and idea began with me. A long time ago, I sat in William’s study and helped him write Romeo and Juliet. Draft after draft, I poured his creativity out. With powerful expression, I etched every sonnet and in the end I helped him leave his mark. I began with a... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl
Go to your kitchen right now and grab the biggest bowl you can find. I mean salad bowls, a casserole dish, your bathtub will do: I have the most amazing thing for you tomorrow. So amazing I had to prepare you a day ahead of time. It's written and its wonderful. l/r
Grab a Bowl
I have an exam today. While I should be prepping for it I'd rather sit in bed and watch Game of Thrones. Here's an excerpt from Porridge.
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.
November: An Excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
November My heart is broken and I don’t know why. I never gave it away after him. Inside my chest, it hurts And I panic Because I cannot reach inside And stitch is back together Without killing myself. My mind is unraveling as my heart rots away I don’t understand the words that come from... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl
I'm whipping up something magical for you. l/r
Famous Last Words 