There were only two stars in the sky as it warmed to morning. Light purple as night fell away and the laughing children scurried home to escape the rising sun. Another day; it is over. Say goodbye to your new friends, they are tired and drunk and will not remember much. Buts it’s alright, we … Continue reading 5am

Too Many Questions

Why is it that at the moment I seem to be waking up that everyone around me seems to be lining their beds for lifelong hibernation? Why is it that I want to explore the world in all its chaos and beauty but everyone else wants to put up higher walls, close their eyes and … Continue reading Too Many Questions

Just So

Something happened during that awkward pause, that moment when we both realised that we had nothing to say and were neither happy nor sad about it. Ambivalence at our individual ambivalence. We both looked vacantly around, looking for a sign to read or something to comment on but even that seemed too much of an … Continue reading Just So

Martin who Lives in Hell

My name is Martin and I live in Hell only it’s not a never ending post-mortem torture, it’s a real place and no the people who live here don’t know. I asked them, a lot of them, do you know what Hell is? And the answer is always the same, “well you’re in Hell Mr, … Continue reading Martin who Lives in Hell

Airport People

At the airport you’re no-where and no-one. Not home but still not away, attached to nothing, free of everything with only the possibilities of the journey ahead. Freedom, you can taste it. There is a reason that its inner sanctum is so well guarded, because what lies beyond it is the magical escape from the … Continue reading Airport People

Cairo Madness

Welcome to Egypt the place where logic comes to die. Nothing makes sense here and it never will. This is a place built on explosive mud where everything is swinging and swirling and sinking. Everything that rises will eventually sink and get covered in dust. When it doesn’t sink it explodes in small bursts so … Continue reading Cairo Madness

On Sex and Art

Sex makes the vicious, untamed beast in all of us beautiful. Sex is for the body what art is for the soul, that which connects the physical with the spiritual, the obvious with the very real unseen, a mirror to the face that fears its own reflection. From naked vulnerability flows something that supersedes the … Continue reading On Sex and Art

The Lost Children I

You smile too much you lost children, you must not know that you are lost, too naïve to see that every adventure has a return path, that eventually the land under your feet will run out and all that remains is the endless blue above and below. Can you fly child, can your breath air … Continue reading The Lost Children I

The Lost Children II

“Tell me what you want child, tell me child and it will be yours. I have worked hard child to be able to make you this offer, this offer that so few are given. I sacrificed much so that I could lay at your feet all that I hoped you to have and I give … Continue reading The Lost Children II