It’s amazing what even a blur can inspire, I realised it as I looked at a window, A window I looked at and not just through. I saw the...

Beyond the numbness and the bitter cold Lies a story of winter often untold, Of change and a new beginning. Up and down, around and...

Others made me what I am. Piece by piece, Put me together, Till I was one piece. There I stood, in someone’s spot. Strong and solid, or...

Here it is, the end of an age. The long avoided but overdue turning of the page. The demise of a two-faced hope— A lifeline and noose,...

O heart. What do you see at the heart of art? Is it a gaping hole or the whole in a part? What is it that moves you so and how? So much...

Whatever I ever had to say Has now been said in heaps of text. And let the chips fall where they may, But now, I wonder what comes next?...

When I want to say something, I want to say it well, With well-chosen words Like a wizard’s spell. I want them to work magic While at...

What is trust and what is faith, When honour is weakness and every truth a lie? Does it matter whether it is the first or the eighth?...

It’s a rare and still night out there, With hardly a star seen through the clouds. Humidity and heat lie heavy in the air, And not even a...

Why does the ink only flow In times of petty anguish? But times of broader rawness Seem so easy to extinguish? Why must I push myself to...

Do you always choose what you do? Or is it sometimes programmed into you? What does making decisions even mean? Especially when things...