HOWL (Allen Ginsberg) – My version

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by validation from Instagram praise, and seeing the world through their phone’s camera lense. Who absentmindedly critique a stranger’s outfit, or snarl in envy at her relationship, advertised on Facebook like a billboard. Who forget their friend’s birthdays, for memory is unnecessary when notified by an… Continue reading HOWL (Allen Ginsberg) – My version

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Break Up Writing

She did that thing with her hair. Twisting it playfully around her finger like a loose thread. In the same manner she did on our first date. It used to be endearing, flirtatious even, but right now it’s pissing me off. It’s too dark for her pasty complexion. Once, it shone caramel; the colour, contagious… Continue reading Break Up Writing