Boat Girl: A Memoir of Youth, Love & Fiberglass

I received this book from Beating Windward Press in exchange for an honest review, and here it is! Published October 1st 2012 by Beating Windward Press LLC MY REVIEW: Melanie Neale’s memoir evokes a scenic memory of the Bahamas and Florida – an elusive beginning to a heartbreaking story of growing-up and falling apart inContinue reading “Boat Girl: A Memoir of Youth, Love & Fiberglass”

Once in a while I think about the planet

The person I am in 2013 pretty much agrees with the person I was in 2011, albeit less naive, less afraid to speak the hell up. ‘Tis been an eventful week, too much to express in a short post >< And not worth remembering. Impressions of person(s) utterly destroyed hence the reluctance to see itContinue reading “Once in a while I think about the planet”

curtain call

It shouldn’t come as a surprise that at the end of my university life, I actually do miss it a whole freaking lot. As I fret over which gown size I should order, or how big my head is so that I can get the right mortarboard etc… I’m transported to the days where IContinue reading “curtain call”

the best memories

The best memories remain when the worst are forgotten. None is as great a peacemaker as time, that simmers sharp pangs to a dull ache of the heart and wipes all slates clean when the pain comes to pass. The best memories upholds the smile when the tears are gone. A gunshot with its reverberations inadvertentlyContinue reading “the best memories”

plugged into my iPod under my umbrella in the rain

Nobody knows we were meant to arrive in somebody else’s life for reasons so obscure we speculate, and plunge into the same mistakes, putting a name, a cause, a title, a status allowing them to stay. I’m listening to your favourite overrated songs; button sunken from the days you’d hit replay. Plugged into my iPodContinue reading “plugged into my iPod under my umbrella in the rain”

had my heart aglow

Memories aren’t created to be tossed aside or fed to the wind. Most unfortunately whoever created Man didn’t engineer our brains to work as per a shredder does – feed it in, tear it apart, then proceed to expel the remnants. Letting go takes tremendous practice – a dab of ignorance, a handful of shrugs, closedContinue reading “had my heart aglow”