War and Happiness

    Jacques’ Wake   They throw Jacques into the wet ground, His boyish body a frightful mound. He had survived the quake But the hurricane claimed him In its wake; Now the stars claim a new name Immortality shall never tame.   They throw Jacques into the wet ground, And the village echoes with…

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…

Poems to a Libyan Girl

Letter   Across the funereal waters, Somewhere amidst death’s booming nightlife, You hide away in stolen happiness Not knowing that purpose My purpose Stalks you like a voyeurish jinn.   Kidnapped back to the home Where you always wanted to be Yet never wanted to see I can see your smile of crescent mischief Light-up…

The Pursuit of Purpose

The Pursuit of Purpose   There is something deathly about change. Be it Britain’s exit from the EU or simply the changes your mind goes through as you enter another summer. Summers are finite, you know. Each one is to be cherished. Just as everything else is to be cherished. For everything is finite. Summer…

The End of a Journey – Writing White Clouds of Mourning

How is one supposed to feel at the end of a journey? Finite. Infinite. Calm. Insane. There are as many possible sensations as can be named, and others which remain beyond the lexicon of man. You’d think I’d be used to it by now. This novel is my seventh journey – but even as this…