~ quiet.

It is evening; the pine cones Loom over blue water Lazily parting grass from green grass Winding without forethought Meandering, meditative. The moon is lush, Gambling with her light, Where shall she cast it? Amongst the gray shadows Of the sharp-headed trees, A figure waits for me Steady and unwavering. He sips my weariness, Draws…

~ Party at the B/W Discotheque, part one.

I was late to the party. Most of its guests had already arrived at least a couple of years before me. But that was probably because they had received an invitation earlier than I had. You see, this party is very prestigious – almost as prestigious as the Met Gala – the only difference is…

~ a raven emerges from hell.

The Old looms patriarchalOver the present,Nullifying dreamsMade of half-broken convictionsThe hot winds of traditionStifling the candleBurning from both endsOne can onlyGo to the mountains, meditative,Breathe in the silence of thought –The Book threatens, totalitarianIt speaks of the one truthTo govern all and by whichThe unworthy inherit the Earth,As the harvest is consumed by flamesThe steel…

~ cartwheeling on a monday evening.

As the evening swirls Into the solitary nightSparkling gold pixie dust settles Into the crevices of her sighsInfusing them with hopeBehold, the clouds paintA glittery rainshower Upon the tapestry of time.How she would love to liveAnother day, relieved of her burden,With the wind in her hairAnd a smile on her face!

~ an afternoon.

The musty air stiflesYour oxygen deprived lungsPollen obstructs your airways.Yet the greenPresents a peaceful purgatoryThe shadows blank and interspersingFold into the unforgiving whiteness of sunlightGolden brown dried grassSlowly sidles into yellow dandelionsThe tarmac burns greyThe concrete sleeps– Just another summer afternoon.

~ silence.

It has, surprisingly, this morning, come to my attention – in part, because I am bored out of my mind – that I have nothing at all to write about. The angst that so populated my poems seems to have vanished, replaced by a (to be honest) confounding and deafening silence of … contentment? I…

~ my Time in the desert.

Last June, I had to let go of everything I ever knew — Midnight walks, the smell of grass and mildew with the glowing sunrise, I had to throw those memories away, make way for new ones — But they never came, And all that is left in their place Is an empty, hollow palace…

[21.02.2019. Kind of Blue – Miles Davis.]

I’m at a party, all alone. My girlfriends all took a rain check on this one, said it was too jazzy for any of them to be caught at, so I’m representing the squad tonight. Can’t say I’m not enjoying it. There are all sorts of people here, some of them in outlandish rainforest-ey dresses,…

~ flying home (part two.)

…Daydreaming, we like to call it. 9 February 2018. Daydreaming! Yes, that was the word she had been looking for. She’d become a bit slow lately, what with all the sleep deprivation and the almost endless work she’d been going through. Piles and piles of it, yet here she was, using writing words on a screen to compensate for her tardiness –…