Published in Scribe·PinnedA Christmas LetterSometimes, we don’t know why we are happy — At night, at two o’clock, in the snow, in an almost disused station, Jacob may be the last man on Earth listening to the stars, to the shivering of the lime trees. Maybe he does, because of the untidy beard, the oversized coat, but he is not really old. Simply…Christmas2 min readChristmas2 min read
Published in Scribe·PinnedSongs Are the Names We Bear in Times of PeaceWhat are you made of? — What are you made of? Water, largely. And of foolishness You’ve learned the hard way about a hundred chords that won’t help you change the world All those books read on trains just to understand the language of the rain on the glass In which sunrise did you land? Where are…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published in Literary Impulse·PinnedThe stairway of the elvesEach step is a prayer — They told me about the stairway of the elves It exists It was invented by everyone who walked down it Circumnavigating shopping bags on the landing Waiting Under the sun The mailbox red, proud, enamelled And bow your head to the afternoon cloudbursts And then Then a clue, a glow…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published in Scribe·PinnedI Borrowed the Legs of GodThere is a heap of silences yet to be learned — I borrowed the legs of God mine no longer hold I walk mingled with creation Rain in the river Indistinguishable stone Hare ears train for danger Squirrels’ slender fingers read the bark of white poplars I did not trace the path the forest is not mine There is a heap of silences…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published in Vagabond Voices·PinnedWhere is the moon from the TubeAnd only sometimes do you wonder — London is only a two hour flight away And you are planes flying over other people’s lives You cross the English Channel There are ships lined up on the salt water and regular geometric arrangements of white wind turbines They look like cemeteries with revolving crosses entrusted to the wind …London3 min readLondon3 min read
Published in Literary Impulse·Oct 18, 2022Greenwich Mean Time is a still flower in the windEverything flows — Greenwich Mean Time is a still flower in the wind. Everything flows. The Thames describes a slow curve. In Brixton the walls tell of the fruit stalls and the music that only God hears. People cross the street in a hurry, they can’t afford any more wasted opportunities. And loneliness, the real kind…Poetry On Medium2 min readPoetry On Medium2 min read
Published in Scribe·Oct 11, 2022It Makes Us Happy the Misinterpretation of LightA marble stands on a pebble — A marble stands on a pebble on the beach ready to leave Light passes through the aquamarine of the glass Perhaps there is no better time than another to roll away Be it a marble, a star, an intention the name of a special dot of eternity We carry our…Marbles2 min readMarbles2 min read
Published in Woodworkers of the World Unite!!!·Sep 30, 2022London is only a starting point for the skyOne of many — London is only a starting point for the sky One of many Smiling is another Trees are equally so But the new spaceships are ready to go And other older ones have been waiting for centuries They do not resemble each other They have such different shapes that the imagination has to imagine them…Medium Poetry2 min readMedium Poetry2 min read
Published in Literary Impulse·Sep 30, 2022The little boat restsAnd the newlyweds have disembarked — The little boat rests, the newlyweds have disembarked. Always come down, the newlyweds, when it is evening, they never fully trust the water, the ripples, the vastness that lacks words. Anyway, only those who are empty, emptied, hollow can float and love, on the other hand, has that wonderful mania for…Medium Poetry2 min readMedium Poetry2 min read
Published in Scribe·Sep 22, 2022Shakespeare Is Hungry in the MorningPoets do not live by love — Shakespeare is hungry in the morning No one is hungrier than a poet who strolls down the centuries On Camomile Street people make him pancakes with honey and homemade yogurt and all they ask in return is a verse so that they can face the day well And on the…London2 min readLondon2 min read
