April 24, 2019

Always Steven

I’m sure if asked to think back to the first time one met their best friend, most people would ascribe fond memories of sleep-away camp or junior high school. That moment when you just knew you had met a someone who spoke your language, a someone who’s mere presence resonated
April 23, 2019

The Keegan Show.

What can I say about Keegan, well, let’s start with what can I say about myself? I was really insecure when I was younger, so, like, all through high school I wore a façade, and I’m not even sure that it was a good one. I was, like, really funny,
April 22, 2019

2019 Portfolio

Click to check out my 2019 Portfolio and Resume!    Vidale Barsir 2019 Portfolio          
April 7, 2019

9, Lines.

Far, you stand. I wait, then sit. Lips too shy, too tame to wish. Harsh, this wait. Blind love, fast fix. Closed, our eyes too wide to miss. Share told lies. Once true, now myth. Bare, the stains. To God, I give. Spare your words, if words exist. Yours, am
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 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

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