Just two lovers sitting in the park.

We’re just two lovers sitting in the park, Waiting for the end of the world. We do not rush- No, instead we linger, In earthy stillness, Just to see if love never truly ends. We watch the grass dance with bumble bees, And the wind play with shadows; All is quiet, until I lean over…

Prince of Atlantis

Leaves are plucked And sown like dust, light and free, The colour of cinnamon, Hazel and cherry, Sprinkled were the water laps, Smooth and blue, Against the setting sun.   A sky aflame, bloodshot, Clouds blushing scarlet overhead, Dyeing the island and its long, lost city, The colour of wine.   His hair grows fierce…


I feel absent from myself- As is a writer’s nature To live under the illusion of solitude, Being overly attracted to words, And believing in the necessity of art.

Holy Ghost

They fall like snowflakes, Droplets of pure starlight. Porcelain skin, precious souls, Drowning in demons In the form of dried leaves.