A poem about the Eurostar train.

A sonnet to celebrate a photograph taken by Valena David.

A poem.

My love of life and technology, coffee, art, literature, my lover, and my children, and what the world would feel like to me if I didn’t wear glasses.

Or, how Clovis got me out of a pickle.

A beautiful poem about desires of heart.

The real picture of art.

Yes, really.

I have sat long, thought hard, pushed with great force and have uncovered another mystery of the ages. Be warned – what I am to reveal to you may make you rethink everything you hold dear about the reality of the greatness that is human civilisation.

After a man with billions goes bankrupt, he’s sent on the streets. With nothing to do, he travels the world… unsuccessfully. He learned many languages and then recorded all his events in a journal, which he found in a dump in Italy. Before he went to jail for soliciting (where he later died), he left his journal in a park in Spain, where we later picked it up and turned it into a story.