March 7, 2019

My Sister’s Sisters Are My Sisters

Ramani’s sisters have always excited my soul’s palate, each having a unique and distinctive sense of self yet authentic and alive in ways unlike the next. I grew up during the 90s, in the era of Girl Power. For the first time, female individuality was celebrated and the zeitgeist of
February 18, 2019

The Wrong Things

Sweet punishment’s weakened blow, the moment our wrong things met. It was the wrong time, and still a time I dreamt of saying all the wrong things to you. Tempers frenzy with emotion over what not to do, in all the wrong places, I’d run into you. A trapped me,
February 13, 2019

Pieces of Me

We all want to know who we are, right? Well in my experience too many prefer to know how they present, what others think, and how to then edify themselves for high ranking. I know it all too well because I myself have lived that life. …And all of Y’all were my
February 11, 2019

Weaknesses

The stillness of your stare could lessen a million mountains to crumbled bedrock. Infamous by now, the wisp of your presence as you saunter into a room could make even silk textures envy. Poets of man designate ‘sensual’ as your most appropriate adjective. Who can blame them? You reward time
February 11, 2019

Once Upon a Time in Dundas West

Distractions tend to fail shy of disrupting my infatuation. Your face I can’t forget, forever ingrained in my consciousness. The way I felt that night, that morning, indescribable. As a young boy, I oft misplaced my house keys. What kind of man am I to have misplaced my house? You
February 11, 2019

For You, I Prose like Shakespeare and Sh*t

Alas, my muse! Many lives have I awaited your return. Without surprise, such countless days were starting to become a bore. Time, now just halted injustice captured by delayed damnation. The cruel isolation of despair; the cruel despair of isolation. A fool’s gamble it would be to refute the mundane
February 10, 2019

Denise, God, Anita + Me

It’s funny how multi-dimensional memories can be. One can relive a time in their life and see that entire scene as vivid as the day it all took place. The best memories draw you back to the sounds and visuals of a moment, the way something tasted, how you felt
February 10, 2019

UnKnown

Personal gratification is having found the courage to detach from a self constructed by a deeply broken man. In the 30+ years I spent under construction I was weighed down by a necessity for the concession and favorable appraisal of other people, other broken people. I didn’t know the first thing
March 27, 2018

Non Corp

I refuse to conform to the patriarchal norms of corporate spaces. I walk in this office every morning — fitted trousers or skinny jeans when I’m feeling tangy. As a matter of fact, it’s FITTED EVERYTHING on this side of the curtain. No undershirt necessary. Drowning in an appropriate amount
March 27, 2018

High H8rz

I’m always genuinely surprised when a new hater pops up in my life. Like, I legitimately enjoy licking the excess mayonnaise off the side of a Subway Sandwich, still believe in the tooth fairy and have yet to get over my childhood crush on Erik Von Detten. If you’re letting
March 22, 2018

Dime

Seems like nothing in my life is going right these days BUT I still woke up this morning feeling like a dime. Today’s mission is to make at least 10 people smile. What’s yours? best, mgmt
March 22, 2018

G.O.A.T.

I was just in Starbucks on the phone with my homegirl and managed to make a successful mid-sentence Hail Mary and refer to condoms as “popsicle mittens” the second I noticed there a lady and her two young sons behind me. Pretty sure that act alone just secured me a

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