It’s no secret that some of my best and worst memories were formed here; knitted intimately in the belly of this sometimes sunny, sometimes gloomy, can’t-make-up-it’s-mind northern city in Western Canada. …

So when did you first fall out of love? Was it after the razor-sharp words fell out of my mouth Baring their teeth? Your every flaw under the ruthless microscope of my tongue A swiftly slashing blade at your already wounded flesh: Two-edged Was it when my face took on the ugliness of vengeance My fingers unraveling to reveal the pain I then hurled at you: Sticks and stones? Or was it after You familiarized yourself with this body you once thought impenetrable.

I forgot how to write. For the past 2 years or so, I’ve been struggling with imposter syndrome when it comes to writing/sharing my thoughts, among other things. Hopefully, this first attempt to put something out after such a long time living in my head breaks open the dam. A…

We used to be mad crazy in love It was intoxicating I built an altar of worship for him I shed my skin to please him, becoming another too many times to count It was crazy love, the best kind, I thought. The kind you drowned in without needing any…

Lying to you is a way of saying I’m ashamed. I’m paranoid and curious and ashamed. That I don’t want you to think I’m nuts so I bend the truth backwards till my conscience screams in pain and my tongue recoils in confusion. It’s hard to keep track of lies. …

I don’t pretend. I’m not always a very happy person. I love to make people laugh using my quirkiness; but when I’m not quirky, I’m usually sad, or bored, or both. So these are some things I do to help me out. Netflix. Do not underestimate the power or forgetting…

When Relationship is Bounded by Religion and the elements of being African. Last week, I watched, mouth wide open, as my boyfriend of more than two years recited the Al-Fatihah (opening chapter of the Quran) almost seamlessly. It was really an eye opener to much of his experiences that I…