I am half way through the second draft of the next novel. I can see the end coming. It is so close, I can taste it. Yet a name for this creation has not arrived yet. Attempt number 1 is here. I thought it would be cool if I gave […]
I make a exploding sandwich to give me courage to venture into the last frontier of forbidden words.
A whimsical doodle poem on discipline where I examine what I thought of the word across a few decades. Experience collides with the errors of my ways.
I always obsess about what to name a book. How to capture the full range of happenings yet keep it simple and memorable? An impossible task. To find a selection of few words that when combined express the fullness of what takes 300 pages to describe. I have describes previous […]
Imagine if a fool met the month April. This April Fool’s poem would be the result.
A story of a insomniac princess illustrated in pancake art.
After a heavy rain, I encountered this heart shaped puddle and it inspired me to write a rain poem.
A poem to the manufactured self that lives on the internet ( a digital me).
Seeing a heart shape form in the sand inspires me to write a heart shape poem.
Graffiti Hack is the story of the east/west cultural clash told through the viral language of the internet.
With rumbling floods of joy and cracking firestorm of anxiety, I present to you my first novel Graffiti Hack, for sale. About Graffiti Hack: Nelly divides her workdays into two chunks: before lunch, she hacks into high-profile websites to install lavish graphical designs-her own brand of digital graffiti; and after […]
This business of reflecting on my life is painful but also brings about certain rewards.
Contemplating Garcia Lorca’s poem “I Want You Green” this poem about my favorite color purple popped into my head.
When a form of bookish stage fright hits an author she devises a unique solution. But will the readers cooperate? Imagining a naked reader to help the author write.
Among Stanley park statues there is a bronze statue by Seward Johnson of a lady sitting on a bench searching through her purse. People always leave her gifts.
The victory was the beginning of the defeat. I look back at the way I wrote my first book and shake my head with disbelief. Ridicules, stupiduficuleos, Moroniclitionliouse. Superclumsyfitxlilioucious. Should I burn with the fire shame ? Or drench myself with the more comforting waters of laughter. Water and fire […]
Reading a chapter from my novel Graffiti Hack – a story about the east-west cultural clash told through the viral language of the internet. A Little more about the novel Inspired by her country of origin, Nelly creates a font where each letter is shaped out of a peacock’s […]
My struggle to write a novel coincides with me struggling to learn to cook vegetarian. Leads me to imagine a lady gaga meat dress in tofu.
A connection poem for instance when you wish to remove all the barriers standing between you and a loved one.
There is a vicious voice inside my head, that says the most horrid things. Most of the time, its triads are aimed at me. I call her my inner critic.
Reading a poem by famous Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish titled “A Lesson in Kama Sutra” aka “Wait For Her”. As far as seductive poems go this one is high on my list.
Where ever I go I get asked “where are you from?” Since, I am from multiple places, it’s hard to give a simple answer.
A poem by Barry Jakel in response to reading my book “Don’t Shoot! … I have another story to tell you”.
A garden gnome discovers he hates magic which sets on a quest towards finding purpose.
Special Note: Writing non-fiction has become too painful. I will write mostly fiction from now on. The following is fictional; all characters were made up in my imagination. Any similarity to people is accidental. Doug had been checking his email every 5 minutes all day. The anticipation was hitting him […]
My uncle in Baghdad thinks that I have become too western.I live three blocks away from my parents, instead of living together in one big house.My friends in Vancouver think that it is weird that I enjoy hanging out with my parents as much as I do. Strong family ties […]
The following is a story written by my eldest daughter (age 13) The Heart Hunter
