My legs are in between his; I press my palms onto his desk and slowly raise my body until I’m sitting in front of him. “We can’t do this anymore,” he says. And I inhale slowly then bite down on my lip. He says this a lot. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” but for some... 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.
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?
Grab a Bowl
The following post is a poem I wrote when I was in a bad place. It may be a bit triggering to some, but I thought I'd share it. Its a promise I made myself and sometimes repeat when things get bad. For some reason though, I never make it to Day 90 with the... Continue Reading →
Mr. Monday: My First Publication
I could hear the kernels popping in the microwave as the smell of butter filled Clarissa’s kitchen. I stared at the numbers as they counted down. The movie played loudly and I peered around the refrigerator to see what was going on. Then I noticed a photograph, framed in wood on Clarissa’s mantel, it was... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl
I wanted to share a short story I wrote that was published in a collection of literary works. It was my first ever publication and to the this day, something I'm super proud of.
Man
There is always a man Who speaks to himself On our subway ride To Osgoode Or Wilson. He'll arise from his seat To address an invisible reflection Of himself That dangles in the air. While passengers sit and stare, Avoiding eye contact with This "strange" man I sit in neutrality because I was taught of... 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 →
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 →
Famous Last Words 