Reflections on Fatherhood

Maybe it’ll be easier when my son’s older and fatherhood won’t just be about routine, about regimented days and nights (but isn’t he just the sweetest thing!), and I’ll be able to take my son up to bed, tell him to put away all devices, and read him a poem, slow down time for the two of us, a poem like John Donne’

Desert Island Books

  A brief aside for a moment of reflection. Last night, I went to Sliema, and although life was buzzing, it wasn’t quite the same as a usual summer night. Coronavirus is hitting the peak of a second wave here in Malta. Soon, these bars will be obstacle courses yet again, life will be sapped…

Stalking Beatrice

A Short-Story in Verse   The Timeless Meets the Timely   The shadow of eternity falls painfully On the moment that craves immortality. Memories fortified into cold marble Cast a pall of nascent experiences Seeking to shed their wind-starved wings. The Timeless gods so unfamiliar yet intimate Are a forest, labyrinthine and unkind, That guide…

Poems From the Precipice

    Victims of Success   Nothing as precious in the star-spangled universe Is to be found, than the multitudes That can crystallise speech from air With such guile that it leaves them unaware.   The trees and waves know no gods But the snow bears the footprints Of us that so consciously tread Our…

Ballads From The Lockdown

Written by Cassandra in her lockdown in Lisbon       Barbed-Wire Teeth   Last night I dreamt I had barbed wire in my teeth. In the morning I travelled to Sintra To watch the sunrise bleed Over the castle and forest That have never known barbed wire.   It was beautifully lonely, Like a…

Why I Love Japanese Literature

  Literature, just as porn, is a reflection of a nation’s identity. Whilst porn reflects a certain truthful stereotype – the harsh, blonde German woman, the sultry French girl, the busty, flashy American, big-assed Brazilian, etc – literature reflects a more profound way a nation sees the world. In France, the literature is philosophical, erotic…

Cassandra’s Poems

  Kronos Eclipsed   My father used to tell me stories About the atrocious gods Who devoured their own children. I always used to believe The stories foretold my own destiny.   I don’t believe in gods anymore, Nor in the impossible tracks of destiny. I don’t even believe in my father. I believe in…

Beauty and Madness (And a Handful of Poems)

Update: The first draft of Beauty and Madness is complete. The second novel in my Beauty series is now into the editing stage. The next novel in this series will be written in Lisbon this summer and until the time comes I will be writing a book of poems using the pen and the words…

Cassandra’s Book of Poems

A series of poems written by Cassandra, main character of my novel Beauty and Freedom, after the end of the novel. For those interested in reading the novel and to read the story of the author of these poems, follow the link to Amazon here.       Beauty and Poetry   Life has no meaning;…

Ponte Vecchio Poems

The process of appreciating a city doesn’t always follow a love-at-first-sight model. First impressions are not always the most lasting. Florence needs some time. It can be hard to love a city when you’re surrounded by group after group of tourists using their Yoga experience to bend over into odd positions to take the fifth…