Aqui jazo, estendido Esquecido por esse mundo de paixão que me deixa dorido, Extasiado pela dor infindável que me consome, Pelo amor ou falta dele que me rouba a fome. Aqui jazo, ao destino deixado, Outrora de amores imaculado, Durmo agora para esquecer, Renegado. O coração em tempos preenchido de paixão, é agora consumido por … Continue reading Throwback poem: written in Portuguese on the 15th of March, 2011

Villa In the comfort of this bed I lay, the lack of a morning alarm setting a slow-pace as I ponder on what to do with the day. The year being cancelled as it may, I’m now unessential in the rat-race and so in the comfort of this bed I lay. It isn’t all bleak … Continue reading Quarantine Villanelle

Sarah enters the flat and closes the door behind her. The dark room stares back at her as she inhales its odour, a fragrance she detests but has engraved in her mind. Layers of her clothing immediately start to shed like snakeskins in summer. The darkness that engulfs her naked body brings her some much … Continue reading Suede nightmares – short fiction with characters in conflict

Amsterdam It was my first time travelling alone, and what better place to do it than the always revolving bicycle wheel that is Amsterdam? I arrived downtown during a late afternoon and dropped my bags at the hotel in a hurry, such a hurry that I did not even think to change into shoes and … Continue reading Travel writing: 200 words of vivid description

A play by Vasco Pimentel CHARACTERS MARIE- Somewhat underweight. In her late thirties. STEPH- Very promiscuous attire. In her late twenties. GEOFF- The group sponsor. In his late fifties. PAUL- Typical artist demeanour. In his early thirties. SETTING Addicts Anonymous circle of people. Set anywhere around Australia. SCENE ONE Late afternoon inside an old, beat-down … Continue reading Vicious circle (performance piece)

  The sound of being left alone Soars through these plains as the ocean washes a mist of reality upon the poet’s dry brow. But tarmac leads the way if one is to walk out of these woods. I miss your cheeks’ softness as I caress the rugged bark You can’t see the stars without … Continue reading Injidup: free form poetry

Here too words unsaid Old stories locked by gazes Friends stuck in phases.   Here too smiles go by bold in ivory, meaning floating, clever shy.   Here too flowers bloom And sun shines through leaves, kissed by starry nights’ pledges.   Here too hearts thicken Sanded to many edges as leaves start browning.   … Continue reading Haiku: Not here

Splitting selves I am The extension of the blade That has helped kill this planet bit by bit day   by   day. Regardless of the bluntness or sharpness the day finds me in, I am the movable force that pierces through years of living history. Swing me truthfully and ahead I shall crack, Use … Continue reading Poetry portfolio: Experimental Writing – writing from an object’s POV

It was a dark and wintry morning and Jordan was at the fourth traffic light of his normal, daily commute. Or so it would seem. He drove precisely and his constant dance between mirror and dead-angle checks had tones of paranoia. Even though it was only early morning, his lack of sleep made his eyes … Continue reading The commute

It was just another day at work, and the hotel was quite busy due to a Union conference. I was pushing a trolley past the main entrance like I had done many times before when something caught my eye. Directly in front of me was one of the main faces in Australian politics, stepping through … Continue reading Observation portrait