Glance
Imagine we are gods Looking back at the times We had materialised On the mortal plane. Memories of those appearances Last no longer than a glance Now, tiny shrapnel in… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: poem
Fulcrum
The centre of all things Is not static, whirls in the Empty space of the cosmos, Is not the centre at all Because the rest is unknown. Vacuum. No breath,… Continue Reading
Remedy
In the autumn, she doesn’t take The easy way out and become untouchable, The goddess of the woods, but remains Human, and takes five lovers To share every night with… Continue Reading
Misplace
The universe disappears, Day too bright, Sky too blue For any other colours. The moon has misplaced its stars. The cosmos is disfigured On days like these, When the wind… Continue Reading
Dissent
There is a silence which envelops all things. It is a beast of beauty, a forest of universes, In balance, in harmony, perfect. Fragile. There are those who would disturb… Continue Reading
Exceptional
The change of name, That belief of being best, Of being superior and above, Of owing nothing and being owed Everything, the carefully Cultivated appearance, The practiced charm, The sweaty… Continue Reading
projection
the horizon is a screen life a drive-in cinema where nothing is real until it’s real the canvas of our pictures a window for others the frame a border the… Continue Reading
Lament
It’s not just the voices, Nor the dust and the heat, The flies, and the ceaseless Eruptions from what should Be heaven but is just the sky Heavy with bombs… Continue Reading
Dread
I give the finger to the fighter jet And the dark cloud it’s flying through. I’m lucky. I’m not either side of The Gaza border filled with dread At bombs… Continue Reading
carve
progress has made fools of us when we have shaped software into the hardness of learning by rote and carved our own demise into the code of the machines with… Continue Reading