Poetry

Ovate

Ovate In the hush of dawn, an ovate pearl lies cradled in the earth's soft palm, its curve a whispered promise, a gentle swell of life. Through summer's amber gaze, the ovate fruit swells, skin

The 2026 World Cup

The 2026 World Cup In fields where hope and pride entwine, A tournament awakes across the line— From Canada’s crisp, northern air, To Mexico’s sun‑kissed, vibrant flare, And states that stretch from sea to sea, Where

Aberdeen

Aberdeen, the granite city, where silver Dee meets North Sea’s sigh, stone façades gleam in muted light, a steadfast crown beneath the sky. Cobbled wynds whisper of old trades, of fishing fleets and

Alibi

An alibi spun like a silk‑threaded lie, Whispered beneath the neon of a London sky, Where the rain‑slick pavement mirrors a suspect’s grin, And the clock on Big Ben ticks the truth within.

Drake

In the neon hush of Toronto’s night, Drake walks the streets like a modern‑day bard, His verses a mixture of soft‑spoken sighs And bass‑heavy thumps that shake the underground. He sips tea,

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