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…

Books of Hope

After the death of Anthony Bourdain I’ve been hearing the word ‘suicide contagion’ being bandied around as if it were a Meme or a Gif. I don’t like the sound of it, no one does. Yet despite its shallow nature t does bring up some deep questions about human nature.   In the late 18th…

Never Forget Hope

  Zeus was an old man. Still a god but not the indestructible lord everyone on Olympus and on earth thought he was. It happened all of a sudden. Last year, as he travelled to one of his temples in Sicily, Zeus passed out. His son, Apollo, the god of music, truth and most importantly,…

Poems From Where We Would Never Tread

  Syrian Butterfly   Butterfly, buffet your wings sea-ward A unicorn on the salted winds, Leave behind the garden wall soaked in gunpowder. Why do you stay, in the bloodied dirt Where bombs make beds out of children? Sweet yellow butterfly, fly, migrate!     Stifling Conceit in Concentration Camp   My mother used to…

Our Poems for the Victims of Nice

Lately, over the summer holidays, I have been writing poetry everyday. But when I woke up this morning and heard the news of yet another devastating, inhuman, ridiculous attack on beautiful France… I found myself speechless.   84 people killed. 10 of them children. Some of the children who survived will grow up to be orphans. All…