Numinous Childhood

From Childhood to Eternity Those eyes, still so fresh with the dew of youth, Will see things no poet’s pen could ever entrap; Noble Mexican tapestries, French vineyards of olden silk, Azure domains, verdant realms, celestial weaves, Waves without ships or men, races of a thousand hues, Greeks, Kurds, Quechuan and the ancestors of man….

Check-Mating Free Will

  Free will exists. It has no choice but to exist. Our entire legal system is predicated on its existence. However free will has its limitations. Imagine a game of chess. A player is of course free to choose any move he desires. Move a pawn, a knight, a rook, try a philidor defence or…

Triptych of Fading Pleasure

  Pleasure’s Fading Shadow     The child does not know the man So as the fig does not know the fig tree. And if the child knows the daybreak The man knows only the dusk.   The cold shoulder of passing years Casts a veil of black silk over the nine muses. What you…

Poems Shedding Time

Time Lapse   A city of dread, chiming hearts, cherubs in PVC, The day rolls on and the sky is shorn. To truth we rove, to truth we strive, To mourning we dive and celebrate; Like tail-less lizards across the nocturne.   There are gods welded into truth. And truth is the forge of gods….

A Monologue On c- c – c – Changes

    Did a Homo Erectus ever give birth to a Homo Sapiens – the first Homo Sapiens? Evolution doesn’t work that way. No animal can ever give birth to offspring that doesn’t belong to its own species. There never was a first human. And yet: humans are not Homo Erectus. The change must have…

The Boatman’s Reprieve

  I   Where the horizon taints the volcanic fumes There is a freedom even such stillness fiercely exudes; A lagoon where time seeks its burial verily looms, But from a distance the boatman only sees the masking blooms.   If time on such an island can bring the end of all wars Men would…

A New Novel: The Shadows Of Paradise

  It’s in the shadows of paradise where we are happiest; There alone death choreographs life’s wildest parties.             A novel born from a quote. A quote born for a novel. It’s fortuitous for a writer to be given such a gift from the Muse. Especially when that writer has shunned the Muse in favour…

Poems of a Lapsed Catholic

  The Lawless Charity   Whenever I gaze at poverty I see the Church And her wealth.   Whenever a man is weak I see him kneel To the strong.   Wherever a child is hungry She is told to fast As a sacrifice.   When night falls The ruined streets are dark And the…

Poems Travelling Like Avalanches

I’ll Go Wandering   Upon every step I make A new deity is conceived. A myriad of voices echo in my head Competing for naming rights: Shinto, Hermes, Heimdall, Jupiter, Tiamat and Viracocha.   But I refuse them all and decide Upon my own title:     Memory.   So long as Memory is my kin and…

Spanish Streets and the Meaning of Life

    Calle del Principe, Madrid   Look up, look up Above the regiment of shops.   Look up into the balconies, Introverted like a snail withdrawn. There is no wind, no rain, no sun, Inside the balconies Men are gods without knowing, Divinity by accident, no: By hard work! ‘Come to Madrid, little one,…

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…

Travel Essay on Sisyphean Happiness

  “One must imagine Sisyphus happy.” The quote from Albert Camus’ essay on The Myth of Sisyphus comes to my mind as I walk down the hill leading up to the Alhambra to get my camera from the hotel. An old shoe-shine stops me and asks me if I needed my shoes shined. My shoes…