Media We are a bundle of reasons no one will understand, Ever read, ever question, ever believe. We are molded by external factors And false rewards And we drop our purpose at the feet of the industry, Because we are stuck in a cave where our successes are objects, Things and items. We daydream As... Continue Reading →
Birthday: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Birthday. Most years, my birthday marks the end of the school year. Some years, my birthday overlaps with my English exam. That year, my birthday fell on Father’s Day. - An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir A memoir about life after death, and a little girl who nearly lost her life after her father lost... Continue Reading →
Orwell: The little boy I never met
The rocks he kicks with his feet Fall into place without any purpose. He steps into the sand and buries pebbles he finds. The pebbles and rocks mutter his name. Orwell. Socks filled with dirt, Shoes collecting memories. A little baby boy, Named by a mother and her love for Animal Farm. It was the... Continue Reading →
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
This isn't Porridge related AT ALL , but its this amazingly relevant personal essay I wrote some years ago. I'm revising it for a research paper I'm writing. I'll be posting it in 5minutes. Enjoy 🙂
Grab a Bowl
This one is for me, and who I used to be.
Haircut: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Haircut I conquered a fear today, Sitting in a barber’s chair. Amongst pink walls and shanti style, With reggae playing behind my head. The shears pulsed against my skin, Cutting away masks of perfection. Clip, clip, clip. My hair falls to the ground. And I remember that day in the shower, Where my hair fell... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl
I'm whipping up something magical for you. l/r
Famous Last Words 