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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I Have Nothing to Write About

I have nothing to write about, i feel wedged between two hollow walls, both lacking inspiration and direction. But i am a writer. It’s entrapment being such a thing and having nothing to say. I feel trapped by so much, mostly the intricacies of life and how once unbreakable binds can be untethered with the greatest of ease. Nothing is certain […]

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You Drag Me Up

We all came into this world naked. The rest is all drag; RuPaul Charles ladies, gents and everyone in-between. In my opinion, Drag Queens should run the world, they have an understanding of a frivolity and freedom that speaks fluently to humanity’s ever-changing personas and symbolic expressions. Think about it. The Pope? Biggest drag queen wannabe ever. […]

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Hey Stella

  Hey Stellaaaaaaa!…We all know that roar from a whiskey soaked Marlon Brando. I always wondered if in that moment, he was thinking of the woman who taught him everything he knew, who cultivated the raw talent within the young squire, the true namesake of the moment; Stella Adler. She was my teacher as well, […]

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