Why do we stop writing? Do we just give in to comfort at some point, becoming hollowed out shells, forgotten half-squeezed oranges forever waiting the turn of the seasons and that soft brush on the stained wood signalling the muse’s return. I read somewhere that when we write, we tell death: not today… Perhaps coming … Continue reading Insomnia, or lack thereof? – a poem
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Cathartic youth – a short poem
We follow the sun Riding the wave of eternal sunshine and cloudless skies Unabashed by the eventual fall of eternal night. We ride the wave at the perfect pace to keep it going, going at it with a smile that knows no scratches or falls from grace. We ride the wave because all breaks must … Continue reading Cathartic youth – a short poem
Everyday friends – a short poem
Two people uttering words at whilst walking away from one another, engaged in a conventional dialogue but pressed by the frantic pace of everyday life. Until some new revelation is almost shouted between them, and they are once more obliged to walk towards one another and listen to what the other has to say. And … Continue reading Everyday friends – a short poem
Procrastination – a poem
I pause amidst the darkness all sprawled up in my bed thinking about what must be done, and write this instead. I wonder about its characters, motifs and plot around my head; if I am to ever finish this novella I must stop planning ahead. Just halt and prioritise for one day, we’ll all be … Continue reading Procrastination – a poem
‘Father’s shoes’, ‘The swing’ and ‘Night warden’ get selected for publication
I am happy to announce my short story titled 'Night Warden' will be featured in the inaugural issue of 'the little journal'! Adding this awesome news to the fact that my poem will be featured in Paddler Press and my short story will be published in Meniscus Literary Journal later this year, gives me that … Continue reading ‘Father’s shoes’, ‘The swing’ and ‘Night warden’ get selected for publication
Ifs and tides of plenty – a short poem from the Java sea
If life is dull, try sailing across foreign dark seas on a moonless night and keep watch at the lonely bow; If life is comfortable, try fighting a tropical fever between seas whilst the cold sweats drag you deeper and deeper under the hull; If life is hard, try making a living by pulling rickshaws … Continue reading Ifs and tides of plenty – a short poem from the Java sea
Notions of peace and tranquillity found at sea – a poem written in the Bali sea
Peace is a deserted island, a shady nap under the treetops and fish cooking on a bed of driftwood in no man's land. Peace is a gentle breeze carrying the silence over the waves as foreign thank yous go unsaid and dead coral washes up ashore. Peace is a wooden sailing boat, with a good … Continue reading Notions of peace and tranquillity found at sea – a poem written in the Bali sea
Allen Ginsberg-styled poetic rant – a poem
Fellow comrades and like-minded freedom fighters, I hereby proclaim democracy – that once upon a time genius ideology of great aeons past – dead as we know it; The illusion of democracy, on the other hand, is well and truly alive and kicking! Pour me another drink with a side of Caucasian privilege as yet … Continue reading Allen Ginsberg-styled poetic rant – a poem
Balconies and cigarettes – a poem
Standing on a balcony in Milan on the first day of summer; a bright-red Campari orange soda in one hand and a cigarette in the other, watching the day go past from the treetops as buses, trains and trams bring people back home from the everyday struggle. Killing time pondering about life and its overarching … Continue reading Balconies and cigarettes – a poem
Life untitled – a contemporary attempt at modern poetry
Life An incessant urge to act reckless or somewhat productive; A constant dance between wanting to go all-in or getting simply lost. (This poem is now going to be featured in Love & Literature. Once published, I will share it here so that you can read it in full)
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