Growing up Part Four: “The Real World”

I have been a self-aware adult for a while now and walking into this scary morass called “The Real World” has not been pleasant. It’s nothing like anything my past has prepared me for. I know so many people have walked this life and yet I cannot begin to fathom …

Nail

They call him The Hammer. He is an artist of a murderer. After suffocating his victims until dead, he makes a point of hammering a large nail into their throats. Then he leaves them in places where they would sit like they could be enjoying a cup of coffee or …

Tangerine

My horizon is a dusty orange glow It takes me back to other oranges that feel like my mother’s lukewarm hugs in our living room back when the eggshell walls swallowed the crisp yellow to spit back a clement honey glow. They resemble the photon spill on his olive skin …

What Are Friends?

A few weeks ago, I was talking with my cousin on the phone and she was telling me about this project she’s working on with“thirty of her closest friends”. When she said thirty close friends, I actually laughed out loud. Later on, in the company of my lonesome talkative brain, …

An excerpt

…. Loving you was like a natural disaster Unavoidable really And not something you can plead with to take it easy on you I doubt you can convince the floods to love you and go the other way I doubt you can negotiate terms with a tsunami or a tornado …

Let that S*** Go

I asked my cousin to review my blog the other day and the delightful little thing told me things I already knew but wasn’t really ready to hear from other people yet. I’ll make you think i’m thirsty for praise but I’ll also hate you a little when you compliment …