Like Holding A Butterfly Or A Heartbeat Holding my paint brush is like holding a magic stick. Like the best heroin rush you could ever have, except even better. With the paint brush, my mind is going a million thoughts a minute; it explodes. I…

The Only Way Out Of The Labyrinth Of Suffering Is To Forgive Written in honour of Black History Month I forgive you Mr. White Man I forgive you for taking my people from our land I forgive you for tearing us away From…

Nightlife means waking up at night and trying to get it right. Stumbling for the shower, stopping to smell the flower, as I get into the bathroom to shit, shower, shave. Then I start to do my make-up as I pull out a cigarette,…