There is something about a shout that calls it to the fore of the mind in moments like these. When these visitors of exciteable presence transform the docile straits of my glacial countenance into the eye of a storm.  When the nerves engage in an outrageously intricate dance that my fingers eulogise with jerky, unaccomplished… Read More

Home is in the subconsciously secreted pockets of heaven, hidden in shadowy corners. Like the oaken kitchen table with the little scratch from when little Eli was learning to use a fork.   In the broken oven in the corner  and the warm welcome the kitchen sends my stomach. It is in the argument with Mom… Read More

I love the way the grooves of your fingers cause mine to itch – yearning. How those same fingers find the notes to your favourite song everytime I pick up my guitar. I hate how each chord trips memories stored in them. I hate the way the thought of seeing you renders me incapable of coherent… Read More

A A SOFT WHISPER STEALS A BREATH FROM THE MUNIFICENT MOTHER WIND, SHAPING IT INTO THE SOUNDS OF HUMAN LANGUAGE. IT’S BEARER THRUST INTO THE LIME LIGHT WITH A HEALTHY MIX OF PRIDE AND WONDER, COURAGE AND FEAR, OF GENTEELNESS AND BARBARISM.  THIS IS HIS HARMATIA- A FLAWED FATALITY FOR GREATER MEN THAN HE. HE… Read More

The silence was pregnant with grief,     An organic pain that repeatedly sought to kick its way out of the confining umbilical cord that shackled it to the sufferer.  Then came the sigh- kissed by frustration.  A failing born from an arrogant enterprise of trying to cram too much into simple words. And so overflowing… Read More