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…

Words of Our Own Making

Fading Words   “I’m hurting from desire.” Repeat after me: Desire desire desire Desire desire. Has the word lost meaning yet?   “I’m desperate for the forbidden thrill.” Repeat after me: Thrill thrill thrill Thrill thrill. What can you see now?   “I’m trapped in my own wanting.” Repeat after me: Wanting wanting wanting Wanting…

Poems for the Quiet Hours

Lights on the Horizon   When the air is heavy with change Keep the horizon in the corner of your eye.   When love breaks and tears you in two Keep the horizon in the corner of your eye.   When plans are re-designed in failure’s image Keep the horizon in the corner of your…

Poems That Stretch And Contract

Snails Among Bones   Quiet, and listen; a blade of grass is impregnated by the sand, Blown across by southern winds that hoover the Sahara. But the grass doesn’t matter; it’s a backdrop. The backdrop doesn’t matter; it’s a blade of grass. A bird of violet blue flies like a nationalist overhead But don’t worry…