The Art of Lost

The first time I felt really physically lost was when I started driving in Trinidad. The roads are badly planned and a little pokey. The asphalt is piled higher than the sidewalks and dips into the drains. Streets are thrown wherever in a typical lazy, Caribbean aesthetic. Sweden we are not. It can be hard […]

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The Hangover

“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.”  Gilda Radner Once, three […]

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Pour Encourager les Autres

I had my first coup d’etat at around 4 years old. It was 1990 and a local terrorist organization clumsily tried to take over Trinidad & Tobago from one of our only upstanding leaders, ANR Robinson, who recently passed-away. Shots were fired, people died. Robinson had a gun staring him in the face and still motioned an attack […]

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Sun and Stars

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. […]

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One Love. Same Love.

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 […]

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The Bridge

“The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.” ~ F.S.F. I know I’ve written about this before, but i miss New York. I miss it like a dead loved one, i miss it […]

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