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The paint peels, the veneer cracks and just beneath the surface of appearances, horrors crawl.


Tabula Rasa

I read my history
like braille on my skin
each bump a part of the map
of how to get to you
to find you… 230 more words


11-27-2015 (Black Friday)

This Country We Share

I have come to believe
Our society is divided

Two camps of sheep
Without a Shepherd

Following one another
Approaching their own… 9 more words

Daily Scribble

More Than a Friend...?



By the time I got home, I had worked myself up over what happened outside Nhyira’s house. In all our years of friendship, we had never gotten ourselves into this kind of mess. 1,656 more words


No death

Under this moon, thinking about a friend who transcended, I can’t help wonder about death, my foolish mind seeks to makes sense of it but birth and death are mysterious. 161 more words


The Driver

After driving through Glasgow filming the last couple of nights, a few different thoughts have sprung to mind from different movies: Drive and Under the Skin. 75 more words


God Created No Junks!

This is a guest post by my awesome brother. He is calm but so intelligent and funny.  I was thrilled when he agreed to write! He is Temitope Fatunsin. 321 more words