Fan this spark into a flame

The lights dim. The audience stops its murmuring, waiting with anticipation, breaths caught in their lungs as the first notes start echoing across the opulent room. The walls themselves seem to shake and the curtain rises, a flutter of activity on the stage as it starts. 'How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore … Continue reading Fan this spark into a flame →

Broken

They talk about Kintsugi, the Japanese art of mending pottery, tell you how beautiful a broken thing can be when you piece it together with golden thread, when the sun shines on the metal, brilliant sparks painting light and shadow on the walls, bright and luminous and undaunted. They talk about the beautiful and the … Continue reading Broken →

Edges

They say we are stardust, teardrops of stars kindled in human form, a miniature cosmos ever striving for the greatness it once held. We are ash and dust and fire and ice brought together in a corporeal form, burning hot and cold as the world around us spins and we spin with it in a … Continue reading Edges →

Futility

Sometimes I just want to scream from the rooftops, shriek my frustration until the windows creak and the buildings shiver, bury my hands in the soft cotton of their clothes and shake them till their teeth rattle, till they see their folly in all its pointlessness and understand how fucking blind they are, how much … Continue reading Futility →

Burn like a supernova

There's energy coursing through my veins, quicksilver and hungry, restless, wild, untamed, demanding more and more attention, taking more and more until there is nothing left to give, until exhaustion has taken root in all corners of one's being. But that moment is not here now. For now I wish to burn in the … Continue reading Burn like a supernova →

Isolation

A gilded cage, shiny and beautiful from the outside, the bars golden and the roof made of coloured crystal, brilliant to watch and yet a lie in disguise. The gold is peeling off on the inside, the bottom is made of mouldy straw and dirt, the roof so mesmerising to look at is nothing but … Continue reading Isolation →

Melancholy

Ephemeral. A moment, caught in time, snapping you to attention, riveting and beckoning before it vanished into nothingness, before the churn of time catches it in its unrelenting passage. And you stop, lost, confused, the ideas whirling in your mind with no pattern and no solution whatsoever, locking you in the moment that has … Continue reading Melancholy →

Memento Mori – Remember you are but mortal

We see more and more news on TV, statistics, numbers rising, harried news anchors and pedantic researchers rattling information and presumptions with the cold detachment of one not involved in such an ordeal. Placid eyes and accusatory thoughts left unuttered, but hanging in the air unspoken even as the end of the story unfolds … Continue reading Memento Mori – Remember you are but mortal →

I wrote my own deliverance

There's a long winding road ahead, a journey too dark for any to travel in my stead. There's a pathway fraught with peril and distress, and I wonder, deep, in the dark, a confession of the heart, whether life is meant to be lived as such, or whether it is us, seldom few, doomed to … Continue reading I wrote my own deliverance →

What makes trauma valid?

We live in a world of competition; it is a world where every little grievance no matter how important or unimportant must be challenged, torn apart, broken in pieces and rendered invalid by someone else. "I have nightmares every night, I can barely rest." "Well though luck buddy, I have insomnia I never sleep." "My … Continue reading What makes trauma valid? →