Waters of Memory

  Waters of Memory   In the fields that spread before us Lies shyly hidden the waters of Mnemosyne.   Like lovers reunited after ash-cloud wars We set off journeying to the waters.   Through titanic clouds and spikenard winds We travel the fields of manifold lives.   When we arrive we will let lay…

Memories of Icarus

      The Sun, the Sun   The sun, the sun, it flashes oceans of light Its radiance a halo around the earth, A god above gods, breather of days Conqueror of night’s vain silence! The men of horizons, women of towers, Children abused by vertigo, all and everyone Jealously worship the divine fingers…

Poems of Seasonal Modernity

A Waterfall of Silence   A waterfall of silence, Somewhere in human hearts. In the Levant or the Orient, A tear falls on death’s ears.   There’s nothing to love But love itself, And where children die The planet turns.   For the great happiness of all Stars do their nocturnal ballet. For the memories…

The Andean Diaries

    Buenos Aires and the New World We have left Europe behind. Everything we know, all the crusades, the world wars, the feel of home, even the Mediterranean is behind us. And now we were somewhere new. An alien world that bears traces of where we come from. We don’t feel like travellers we…

My Fallen Rover

  The cliffs were a cavity in the face of the earth. Dark and volcanic, boundless like the very night sky. In fact, they look like the night sky of millions of years ago, fossilised. If archaeologists were to excavate it they would unearth shards of extinct stars. “Are you ready Alfred?” She screamed as…

Day of the Dead

In the Xicotencatl, somewhere in the soul-deserting streets of the Coyoacan neighbourhood, Alicia found La Santa Gula. It was the only place in the whole of Mexico City where she could hope to speak Maltese. Her Spanish was pitiful, lazy, and speaking it elicited painful memories that used to be happy. No: she changed too…

Silhouettes on the Sea

On Sea   The word hovers in the lilting air It sucks in all meaning into itself. Ravenous, greedy, a vacuum crunching up all life All so it can devour all meaning. To cannibalise it, for meaning is also a word, And strip away that universe of connotation Until all something is rendered nothing. The…

Love in the Meander

  The embrace of the future Deposits warmth.   A future generation adores you And you feel the cymbal of immortality.   That love is like space and time Meandering, interweaving, mysterious.   A child hugs what you’ve always been And you feel what you will always be.   In the eyes of that embrace:…

Dictionary of the Numinous

    Isn’t it incredible how sometimes beautiful-sounding words happen to mean something even more wondrous? Think of ‘sublunary’, ‘sublime’ and ‘crepuscular’. The one that’s caught my attention most recently is the word ‘numinous’. But when I looked it up, for utmost clarity, on the Oxford dictionary, I found something disappointingly antagonising. The definition, according…

Travelling Companions

    What Follows, Leads   At your feet your soul pants for breath, The view groans in fog but the silence is given heart.   Nothing is doleful, nothing is betrayed, As the muzzle stows away between the palm of your hands.   A landscape fades away like the sound of distant bells; Be…