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Back online (Blog Post)

It’s been a while since I wrote on this space. I impulsively decided to register a new domain and play about with the website, like some niggling unsettling subconscious until it was done. We’ll just pretend I’ve been really busy living an enriched and productive life to notice, rather than address that it was never really missed…
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Eid Shaheed (Poem)

The city burns, By Hearts Frozen, Ice is metamorphosing to ISIS The Lysis of Children, When living becomes lifeless Forever opened eyelids Bodies lay to rot in chilled cots Relatives waiting for something from Chilcot. We will not Settle for anything less than the truth, A bitter drug to swallow, but fill our pillbox, No more…
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Keep on Running (Spoken word video)

Sooo one of the stupider things I did was delete my Facebook. Well, all in all I don’t regret it – but it was generating more traffic to my blog and youtube channel than any of my other means. I’m not a fan of self-promo but hey ho. I wrote a poem earlier this year…
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He seeks refuge (Short Story)

He held a nationality to once be proud of, yet now he had to cower from neighbours that turned to strangers. He didn’t know, if he could bare to bear witness to another bullet that ransacked shacks of the guiltless. To feel a blunt knife poke at his heart like the sharp one that took…
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Addict (Short Story)

You walked to this vicinity in hopelessness. At one of your trajectory lows, substantial woes were colonising your cognition. You had felt defeated, and that every resort you had been to – the doctors, the physicians, the superstitious, the hypnotists, the counsellors – it just wasn’t working out. Guilt was the leech of your virtue,…
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As we chose to be (Poem)

Is it all a dream? From foetal beans to rhythmically beating beings.. Bewildering beams…eyes made bespoke for our seeing.. Of us.… are fools, who beat up and look down, frown, begrudge, berate, belittle, besiege.. holding to beef. Beware! Of beady eyed stares their beaks in your business residing beside you, sinking their teeth beneath your…
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Glamour (Short Story)

Her stage name personified her reputation – ‘Glamour’. Heralded now by millions, she was idolised by young and old, male and female. An actress that rose to superstar status, now seated in a first class carriage on her way to an awards ceremony, peering outside the glass window as a more ordinary world passed by…
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In the hot seat (Short story)

‘Tell me… how you are feeling?’ I always wonder if I am the only one who can explain the details of pains or symptoms, complain about them at length, but when it comes to being seated with a professional – all blank. I was lying back on the white reclined sofa in the same manner…
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Belief (Poem)

With our impulses pulsating, Holding the pulse of Satans hand with an arm on the harmonica of an angels harmony, in the harms and virtues we see and do not see in us, both the lowest of the low and highest of the high. Breathing heavily, like thieves of jeopardy flicked on and off between…
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Deceptive yesterdays (Poem)

If you run.. only to keep looking over your shoulder you’re more likely to trip. Our present footing is so interloped with our past steps that we forget where we are standing. Though todays realities contain what were only the hopes of yesterdays. It seems the pain injects in ways rapidly into veins of a…
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