5 Reasons City Life is Inspiring

    “What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes open. Life swarms with innocent monsters.” Charles Baudelaire   A new reality is dawning on Malta. The forces of economy, politics, globalisation and even simply the flow of time are changing Malta from an…

8 Reasons Why 2018 Was Beautiful

  2018 has been a year where it is easy to feel the world is sliding backwards, erasing centuries of careful progress and evolution. Trump continues to blunder and threaten the world with nuclear stupidity. The war in Yemen continues to starve and torture millions of children. More details of the horrific pandemic of child…

Poems for the Quiet Hours

Lights on the Horizon   When the air is heavy with change Keep the horizon in the corner of your eye.   When love breaks and tears you in two Keep the horizon in the corner of your eye.   When plans are re-designed in failure’s image Keep the horizon in the corner of your…

How Writing is a Journey

      Writing is about writers and readers going on a journey together. The journey is beautiful in and of itself. And there might not be an end. But what’s important is the reason why we’re journeying together. We’re on a journey to unravel our own individual purpose in life. Literature has replaced religion….

Poems of Passing Youth

I   My body floats on the wind. So long as I am a teenager I am a bird. I wish my body can stay A teenager forever. But I am a bird.     II   She seemed so young Until the slogans came And carried her on their backs Like a fallen tree…

The Flowering of Cranes

  On the heights above the unending sprawl, a group of friends lay pillowed on the rocks. Five teenagers, aged between heaven and earth, watched the sunset with cloudy eyes. The waning sun shone over the horizon like a gem. The teenagers had wine and plastic cups in their bags. What could be better? A…

7 Bands that Inspired My Literature

My Japanese phase is still going strong. Since approximately May this year all I’ve read is Japanese novels. And I mean all I’ve read. It’s good to know that even after over a decade of being a writer I can still fall in love with a new piece of literature. As one would expect, my…

Before Emigration

  September 1964, a week before Independence     The summer was bright over the rocks and the sea. A seagull dived into the water. A young boy watched it and thought of German bombers diving over ships and cities during the war. He was young and he wanted to jump into the clear waves….

Auschwitz

  1   “Along the train tracks a group of Jewish boys were singing. It was magical. I hated them. How dare they let magic into this living hell? And then, I saw her. I saw the woman who would become my wife posing for a photo at the gates of Auschwitz.”   2  …

Poems of Remembrance

Goddess of Youth   The goddess of youth Flies like a tainted riff Over ancient temples long bombed.   Will she come to kiss me Or shun me into submission?   The Sisters of Fate weave secrets Worse than number tattoos They toy with destinies suspended From the softly swaying gallows.   And the goddess…