Poetry
On the Waterfront
On the Waterfront By the narrow pier that baffles the grey sea, the old boats lean on the reclaimed boardwalk, their sails bruised by a thousand salt‑crusted nights. A lone figure, cap snug, walks
Read more →Jaws
Beneath the mist‑swept glow of a tidal town, the river’s silver ribbon hums a quiet verse, and somewhere beneath its calm, a shape lurches— a massive maw, a jaw that catches every breath. It
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A Quiet Bulb of the Sun In a quiet corner of a London greenhouse, the cacti stand—fortress‑like sentries of light, their spines a pale‑gold colour that catches the noon, while I sip tea and
Read more →Monsters, Inc.
Monsters, Inc. – A London‑lingual Ode In the glass‑laden, bass‑drummed heart of the city’s night, A factory stands, lamps flick‑flicking bright. Not a steel‑clad armour of industry— But a cosy workshop of the frightful‑kind. The
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The Deer Hunter In the mist‑laden moor where oaks grow tall, The hunter slips beneath the summer bower, A silhouette against the evening pall, His breath alight with the crisp night’s sower. On
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