Forged in the inferno of wars, beneath collapsing homes hidden in deep tunnels and makeshift shelters.
There once was a train that sped through the country laying tracks before and behind itself chewing up fields and … More
I spoke of Power to Truth, and Truth giggled at my innocence. Truth let loose a belly laugh, and asked, … More
There was never a moment when I chose to be hungry. There was never a moment when I chose to … More
‘In this context, the term deus ex machina was chosen too for the possible connotations of the translated words, which lead to questions seeking to determine what could be the ‘machine’, and the ‘god’?’
Deus ex machina is a collection of political poetry exploring the very broad canvas of ‘today’ in the UK: … More