Chile Here We Come

Watch this space! The writer (myself) and the artist (my wife) will be heading off for our honeymoon adventure in Chile – the other side of the blue planet. We’ll be travelling down to Patagonia, the most remote landscape left on earth, as pristine and desolate as a Martian landscape. We’ll also be travelling to…

The Nature of Innocence

The Sun Rose Too Soon   The sun rose too soon over the horizon. It wasn’t an act of defiance, but of Fate; For the sooner the day breaks, the sooner night falls. In the weak early light, fear of the nocturne Is at its height. Yet each morn we forget The comforting dreams of…

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…

Dreams of a Wayfarer

    I Walk in the Shadows   I walk in the shadows And the shadows follow. The moon lights the sand ablaze And I feel the life of dying days. As the lyre of Orpheus conquered hell So the shadows revolt against midnight’s swell, I take sides then change again Swaying like air between…

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…

An Ode to Travel

  “Journeys are the midwives of thought.” This quote from Alain de Botton’s The Art of Travel goes a long way in explaining why almost everything I’ve ever written has been tinted with wanderlust. Human beings are lofty animals because we, uniquely, have a name for happiness. Other animals can only ‘do’ happiness – be…

One and Only Childhood

One and Only Childhood   A house lit by the solitary sun Crowns a hill too distasteful to name. A white sky and a grey vertical climb, Greets the memories of my One and only childhood.   Days spent in the cobweb of fantasy Travelling, scheming and manipulating, Universes that only I knew existed. These…

Mono no aware

Mono no aware   All day long the sky dreams of stars. Yet when the stars begin to sing The sky is filled with regret.   A sparrow leaps across the old sky, The Medina sinks in the pond of violet dusk And there is nothing but the morrow.   The capers crawl into the…

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…

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….