The Proud Rose

Dear reader, I wanted to do something special this first day of November, since I celebrate it not only as Author's Day (wishing happiness to all authors here), but also my birthday, so here's my first audio poem for you. The Proud Rose I water the proud rose and lift her spirits in songs of…

OF LOVE AND WAR

I’ve sought long to seek answers to this desperate thirst, this aching pull towards companionship, towards other souls; the need to draw and be drawn to another human – brought out by the innate understanding that one’s burdens weren’t meant to be borne by oneself alone; that the cloak of loneliness was to be shed,…

Cusp of a Kiss

Never again will the same sandy shore be treaded upon oblivious to the crowds of sunbathers and poets. Never again shall the salty sea breeze blow past this northern terrain or mistletoes be gathered prematurely by the suspecting Cupid! It's run its course - whate'er it was - a blue moon, a passing storm... We'll…

Victims of the times

If only we lived in another age, you'd send me roses everyday, court my chaperoned self, and hold my hand as we walked down the turquoise lake. I'd write you long, perfumed letters, transport you to the last time we were together, tell you of my favourite books and tunes, which you'd then read and…

THE LANDLORD’S WIFE

This is a page, dear reader, from my life about a love both secret and unspoken, for, you see, she was the landlord’s wife – and I, a lonely surveyor and month long tenant. On a misty eve in an icy, grey, November, did I make my way to her elegant door, as the mountains…