The moon, a heart disorientated in love. Yearning for a star she could never touch. He follows not far along, and she, Looking down at a spinning compass, A guide in her dreams to him. Oneiros unlocks the portal for her to see, That he cries for her. Do you cry for me? You weep, but pretend it is a laugh, Like Dolos shapeshifting into … Continue reading The Friend in My Dreams
For quite some time, I have been supporting a young Syrian refugee woman who was a victim of a bombing and who now has third degree burns to most of her body. Unfortunately, I do not have a perpetual repository of funds and as such, I am reaching out to the public to help raise funds to support her and her younger brother – also … Continue reading Supporting Iman
“Ouch” she slapped her arm, missed. Those little creatures crawled under her skin, She itched as their vicious teeth bit into her veins. Those imposters same, Sweet sounds, kind words, all echo from their mouths They call. They call and you obey. Singing sirens from the devils gate. Now you do what they told you. An itch, a red little lump. “Get out” she screamed, … Continue reading Rage Against The Parasites
“Can anybody hear me?” I turn and peer into the darkness, My mind a little weary. The altitude kaleidoscope the chorus Of a formless song. Sing, “I’m here. I’m here.” The volcanic light beneath my feet, Erupting smoke pirouettes over me. A gentle hand, a stroke across the cheek. “Mother? Is that you?” Succumbed to ennui. I choke, the fumes sting as I sing, “I’m … Continue reading Can Anybody Hear Me?
“Wake up!” she cried, slapping his cheek.A lifeless head, still, limp.“I am here.” Startled, she slipped.Taken aback. A facsimile? She turned around to this galley slave,His half body standing out from the burying place,Shovel over his shoulder, insolent gaze.Smooth as tarmac. She looked down at this lifeless soul,His red lips, green eyes, etched into cuneiformAcross his sinless face. Cold, but warm.Hair jet black. “That part … Continue reading The Facsimile
Set in Aida Refugee Camp, it is about retired Australian theatre director Ray Goodlass supporting a number of students from Alrowwad Arts and Culture Centre to write their own stories into a series of small plays. It was incredible having the chance to witness the humanity and normality of these amazing young adults clashing with the quirky Ray and his determination to enforce rules of punctuality. … Continue reading My Documentary ‘As It Happened’