Poem: Swans

Swans (after Lawrence Durrell, kind of) when news headlines scream bloodbaths and terror threats when people grow fearful and cancel holiday plans when armed guards patrol every threshold when social media trends augur #WW3 the only thing left to do is walk to the river where swans float by and viciously war over breadcrumbs is … More Poem: Swans

There’s Always Some Sort of Blues Playing in the Streets of Big Cities

Sometimes poetry is the only thing that can set you free. I live and breathe literature. I can’t even remember the exact moment I first decided I wanted to become a writer, but it was around the time I learnt to write – perhaps the age of six. Since, I have been through phases with … More There’s Always Some Sort of Blues Playing in the Streets of Big Cities