"Something to be said..."

Billows of fabric gulp Odyssian breezes in the Sails’ unfurling gasp – thrusting taught; The pregnant air nourishing like the Womb, and a mo...

This is a place of actors Exploring their roles; It is a theatre where Memory is dust: Whatever the spotlight Chooses to throw upon. Her sta...

“There’s been a party going on all night”. US RAID KILLS UBL In the bottom left ‘Fox News’ rotates like a globe; White, yellow and red throb...

Like the shimmering of gorse behind evening flames, Existence fraying like childhood memory. I’m pouring my eyes upon the sea, Painting a sa...

I In those first breaths You are unsymmetrical: Loose sprinkles of Mascara dust, The constellation on Your neck, and One eye still a...

Back to the familiarity of night coaches: Crumpled limbs, creased necks, And the wide-eyed hours - either side of border controls. The en...

“After God, Shakespeare has created most” (Alexandre Dumas) You illicit dealer of words, Conjuror of hallucinogens; You who inspire the mind...