late night love stories

| 1 MINUTE READ | the heart turns a black and white world into colour

Salt Water Baths

| 2 MINUTE READ | on the cleansing quietness of empathy

Dancing in the dark

| 1 MINUTE READ | Sometimes we can hear the night sky singing to us

Reflection on a window

| 1 MINUTE READ | elusive awareness & empty train compartments

A moment in Tripoli

| 1 MINUTE READ | In 1999, I travelled to Tripoli to try and collect on a debt that was owed to my late father and overdue by a decade. I wrote this poem there even as I was writing off the debt.

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