Monthly Archives: April 2018

In her womb life started In her eyes pain ended Lines of her life story, and all the things she has faced, permanently etched on her face, a sage, that kept getting wiser with age… An antique, with colours that didn’t fade. Even when her blacks turned to greys, what was gold remained the same…Continue reading “Into infinity (commission)”

Neither a coward with her actions nor her words, she was well aware freedom sometimes seemed absurd…she tried to be the right balance of humble and proud…calm but full of life, poised while her heart beat loud. The warrior spirit, her soul focused on the top, a peaceful fighter who gave everything, except up. PersistenceContinue reading “Warrior spirit”

Je demande à mon coeur pourquoi il bat J’ai demandé à mon esprit où est ce qu’il va? Je demande à pieds de me porter quand ils voulaient y aller en espérant que je pourrai me trouver là bas I wrote this poem in french as it was inspired by the magical year I spentContinue reading “Madininah”

An elephant is the mightiest creature on land, yet it means to do harm to no one… That in a way is true compassion. Also, I find that having to care for others, children in particular, can bring compassion out of us that we didn’t even know was there. Compassion is true strength, and isContinue reading “The spirit of compassion”

This piece was commissioned for the blck niche listening party. The mixed media painting is based on soroms single ‘story mode’. Sorom is a ‘spoken rapper’ and a member of the blck niche collective. He’s a poet I’ve had the pleasure of collaborating with as well someone who has inspired me on a creative andContinue reading “Sorom 2”

“it doesn’t get much deeper than this” then he realises how shallow he was, to have come to that conclusion… He bares the trident of truth, a weapon built to shatter all illusions, and a heavy burden too…for he has seen some of the darkest parts of the sea… From time to tide the currentContinue reading “The merman (commission)”

she had seen many terrible things, “but she conquered her demons, and wore her scars like wings” …and finally, after all she had been through, she finally broke free from the fabric she was sewn into… Kachariy

The pegausus takes flight into the untold night, controlling the reigns of its own destiny…Still… Untamable, unchangeable… It feeds on faith, flying over all that stand in its way… it moves with the way, and has thus learnt to make hay, from the light that shines within

moving through strange places, far away…. from home…Only ever seeing tired looks on strangers faces. stuck in a sand dune, my heart sang a sad tune. Then she spoke to me, and like a beam of light from the cresent moon; without having any intention to, she shed her light on my path… Just whenContinue reading “dessert flower”