Category: poetry

I can’t tell if being brave is calling the man whose presence makes me feel as if I’ve robbed a bank or if being brave is leaving him alone. I can’t tell if I want to see him to feel like this more or to feel like this less I am being selfish mostly it […]

Rhyming is pointless.
The words also, indifferent.

It’s summer 2002 in Oxford, I meet Christian Kjelstrup a good years before he published the world’s first Nose Atlas. Christian and I became great friends, sharing poetry, ideas and inspirations at the Rose and Crown, making it our Eagle and Child. He introduced me to one of my favourite poets- Fernando Pessoa, and subsequently founded the Pessoa’s […]