Dear Mother Landfill

    The sun that hides behind the snaking fumes, the woods that sleep beyond the mounds so hideous, and the very sky somewhere above; none of them know where the football is buried. Fernando – don’t tell anyone watching him, but yesterday was his 11th birthday – digs his hand into the rubbish that…

What A Dump

  When magicians pull a trick on curious, hapless bystanders, they ensure that the trick is happening right in front of their blighted eyes. The majority of the trick happens in plain sight, not behind the magician’s ears or under the table, but right in his hands. How does the bystander not notice it when…

Dialogues on the Edge

Dialogues on the Edge     Dialogue with a Venezuelan   No: I don’t want anything Not so long as you are starving.   Don’t sing to me of conclusions Whilst the riots still ring in my ear.                       I want to tell you who I am But how can you hear me over hunger’s…

My Noon, My Midnight: a new novel

  My new novel, set half in my native Malta and half in distant, alluring Nicaragua, tells the story of two people seeking the elusive Perfect Happiness. Indeed, the working title of the novel was just that, but, having decided it was too kitsch as a title, I dropped it in favour of a quote…