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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 →
Early Morning
Fridays are my blog days from now on. I have an early morning class on cultural landscape that I might be missing today because of my ACUTE BRONCHITIS. I've been coughing since 3am, not to mention for the last 4 days. I'm clearly self-diagnosed and have prescribed myself ginger tea and honey as well as... Continue Reading →
Not Just Words: Just with Words (Revision)
Not Just Words Just with Words I wrote a creative writing piece with the intention of expressing the power of words, rhetoric and publication. The goal of the piece was to research the eternal life of ideas and their ability to outlive their creators. To add some finesse, I wrote the piece through the perspective... Continue Reading →
Grab A Bowl: Hiatus
This year I've set myself up with quite a few goals to accomplish. Majority of them are art related and involve taking a lot of risks. I applied for an internship position at my local gallery and I'm working on a project proposal for the city's Art festival in October. So far, things seem to be... 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
Brooklyn Baby: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Brooklyn Baby I cried yesterday when I got home. I felt my insides shake and my spine curl inwards, Like my body was seeking a warm hug from something, Anything, Even itself. I sat in bed and closed my eyes then let the music play with them closed, Sometimes, if I let it consume me... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl.
It's late, but I don't care. My heart hurts.
Grab a Bowl
I have soo much more wonderfulness to post. I was super excited last night because I found a USB key from my childhood with writing pieces on it. Just Words was a piece I wrote two years ago; I feel like I've opened a time capsule. I'll be posting more soon.
Famous Last Words 