An immense grief anchors this city, tethering Hiroshima to its past. To be here is to carve your emotional real estate bare and lay it in offering. Such tragedy cannot be contained within one person. Hope for peace cannot be contained within one person. I had not known school children were mobilised during the war… Continue reading Hiroshima


The Value of Nostalgia

Nostalgia is the vapour left after moments have been lived. Existing incorporeally as intangibility and wisp Gift-wrapped in the fog of memory, And shrouded in comfort’s haze - Space-time yields to the demands of thought: Nostalgia can be warm, Playful and exciting Evoking summer’s recollections Of iced desserts and sand-encrusted feet The sticky marks of… Continue reading The Value of Nostalgia

The Gravity of Happiness

There's something in the gentle flow of her veil that demands you cease breathing. As if her weightless grace was actually a diffusion of gravity within the church. You watch her dab her leaking eyes - that which she cannot hold being occupied with happiness. You see him smile. You see many smiles with glistening… Continue reading The Gravity of Happiness


Try, if you will, to imagine: A stream embroidered with algal threads running gently between two grassy banks. Birds have landed two metres away. The breeze gently rustles the native trees, adding sparkle to the shine endowed by sun. And the blue above is picturesque - cloudless azure. The yellow-green tendrils of tree only highlight… Continue reading Languid