Hello “When you asked me what to read” is a zine that combines my interest (&passion) in reading poetry books and most recently digital illustrations. I have initially started working on the idea in October 2021. It took me a while to get it out (as mentioned in the previous post). The overall idea of… Continue reading When you asked me what to read – zine
Hello It’s been (as always) a while since I have posted anything (same old speech)… anyways So I have been working on two zines since November 2021, and honestly for the past month or so (I think) I have been burning out and stressing on how long has it been taking me to settle on… Continue reading E-zines
I’m not sure how to start this post. I have been thinking about it ever since December started, but since the first of December, so many things started to happen, one after the other, to the point where I have forgotten that the year is ending, and I should sit and reflect on it. This… Continue reading What year is it again?
Its been a while. I think this is the most suitable way to start this post. I have been thinking a lot about the blog recently, but I haven’t taken the time to access it, visit it. I am not quite sure if anyone access this place anymore, check if anything new is up. This… Continue reading Back ?
Every Saturday morning I prepare for the guest I push the yellow one-seat sofa of the face the window, looking into the front yard the chicken and the rooster pecking at the grass the birds wrestling the feeder by the tree and I, sit by the window holding a book entertained by the guest
On the seventh floor looking at the highway, I sat The sun has reached its peak in the sky Hammering the asphalt road with heat Dry desert wind beating the sand, crawling into the road Cars, miniature size rush, to and forth. Sitting there on the seventh floor looking down makes everything seem so small… Continue reading Worries
I have no idea how you were As a child An adolescent A young adult Or in-fact the house you grew up in Your parents Your friends Siblings, were you bullied? That’s sad, I know, I was too, constantly. Do you dream? Were they snatched away? Maybe you gave up on them Went for an… Continue reading An open letter
our house, like many out there lives on the noise we make someone talks loudly, someone calls for lunch someone asking to be quiet, its noon we need a nap as we lay in the living room, the three sofas are taken for a bed. Years ago, we were kids, now the younger ones are… Continue reading Growing up
Sitting on the bed, or by the bed on the floor Sometimes in the living room, by the kitchen table I wonder how many days have passed without writing a single word, many. Like most days, today is just the same This time I sit on the sofa in the room I share with my… Continue reading A single word
I received an email one day asking me to send a picture of myself a representation of myself, nothing serious. I wrote back, inquiring, how should I represent myself in your context. should I stand by the wall and smile or maybe evert my eyes and look into the distance maybe gather the indoor plants and hide… Continue reading self portrait
The Young Deer 