let me. let me begin. let me begin again.

𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑜ℎ 𝑠𝑎𝑦 ... This is a book of some poems I've written recently. Some are about me, some about books and some about something else entirely. Either way, I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them <3 #1 poetry 01.01.2026 #3 poem 08.07.2025 #2 poetry 20.09.2024 #6 poem 18.09.2024 #1 poetic 10.04.2023 #14 poem 14.03.2023 #1 rhyme 08.12.2022 #11 drowning 27.11.2022

About the year my father died was when I wanted to be a father.

my personal favourites in one book. these all come from older collections. hardly any of the media belong to me

The new poems I'm writing don't always fit in the old books. These are something new, and so I hope to see what they are all about as we go along. I'm looking forward to these new pieces. I'd like to know what they are going to be about, but for now, I'll wait.

fell upwards but missed the ether (2019)

~ Some days, no matter how I stop up my ears, I still hear the bell's knell... ~ This book of poetry explores and exposes my personal struggle, as I witness an entire society turn its back to avoid seeing how its behaviour impacts our fragile, beleaguered Earth. As unspeakably destructive consumerism lays waste to much of the planet's biosphere, humans are (ever so) slowly waking up to the harm and true cost of our way of life. We see yet refuse to see at the same time. We are loath to give up our creature comforts, our toe-hold in the climb for status, our relative sense of security, even though Life on the planet is threatened with irreversible harm, perhaps even annihilation. We've forgotten where we come from and no longer question the lie passed down to us from generation to generation. That we deserve to live like royalty at the expense of all other forms of life. That we are the ultimate Masters of the World. Holding on to this conviction, despite what we know in our hearts and minds, will soon send us spiralling into a chain reaction of disasters. As chaos overtakes our planet, we will rue the day we turned our backs and simply let it happen. What will we tell our children and grandchildren? Read at your own risk!!

well... i took the cover photograph

SNAKE; to creep, sneak. A person or thing resembling a snake in any of various ways; specifically, a treacherous or deceitful person.

Random shorts and flash fiction.