What’s it like to meet one of your literary heroes? From my experience it mimics all the symptoms of a minor heart attack or some sort of palpitation. I felt such tremors when I met Derek Walcott, Neil LaBute and oh, John Patrick Shanley. My heart felt ablaze and tongue heavy as lead every time. […]Read More Sun and Stars
Beats, under the melody. That’s New York City, it has a pulse under a rolling, chaotic sound. Not everyone hears it, but I did. I was waiting for the F or M train, I’ve forgotten which exactly but it was definitely one of the orange ones. It was crowded on the platform, in addition to […]Read More Runts
I remember her like it was yesterday, she was strutting down Church street in Toronto, i was 18 and couldn’t take my eyes off her…until i walked into a pole and suffered a massive thigh contusion. True story, my first transvestite and still the most beautiful woman I’ve seen to this day. If you read […]Read More One Love. Same Love.
Before I moved to New York City, I didn’t know what a hipster was. I was moving there after graduating from university in Oxfordshire; the corduroy, savant, lord this & that Mecca of the earth. I was used to delicious rowing gods and socially inept geniuses. Hipsters? Pardon? I obviously wasn’t prepared, I’d never heard […]Read More The Colour Hipster
“Either I’m nobody or I’m a nation.” The illustrious Derek Walcott owns those words which are my favourite ever written, because they embody my own experience succinctly. I often look to the descriptive genius of Caribbean writers to explain the strangeness of being from the islands and not fitting the typical island image. The West […]Read More Nobody or a Nation