Just in case you can’t read the Haiku because of the red! Kamikaze: Divine wind. In 1274, and 1281, Mongol invaders were repulsed from Japan by acts of nature that bordered on the miraculous. For some, it was as though Hachiman, God of War, himself had stretched out his hands from the heavens, and sweptContinue reading “Kamikaze”
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You Are Kind
Haiku is a form that doesn’t get its due credit in the Instagram poetry scene: They’re short and quick to read, which is perfect for the fast pace of consuming content in modern life; and yet, like a pearl within an oyster, Haiku’s often contain a deeper message that transcends the boundaries of words andContinue reading “You Are Kind”
The Friendly Stranger
Dawn light dances through the cyan night, twinkling bright as if cradled in the olive branches, whose trunks warp as they are blown left-to-right, like they are dancing underneath the candlelight, they turn white, shaped like seams across the Mount of Olives— slowly, softly refracting the light that’s burning from a distant lantern’s relives. AContinue reading “The Friendly Stranger”
In Manus Tuas Domine
‘In Manus Tuas Domine,’ knightly words muttered from his lips, sword crossed, battle rite at the night, ready to part, hit and slip at whatever comes from the infernal dark. The knight, unfazed as a rock, faces the unknown and lost. Behind his eyes is a soul that refuses to shy; sword-straight, point never lost,Continue reading “In Manus Tuas Domine”
London Bridge
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many—buckling until it cracked. ‘London Bridge is falling down, falling down, London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady.’ I had not thought death had undone so many. It collapsed with weighty sighs, exhaled. Down it went, from King William Street to Saint Mary Woolnoth, cracking a deadContinue reading “London Bridge”
An interview…with Satan: The finale!
In this week’s edition of The auld Yorker, our Alan managed to have catch up with Satan over tea and cream cakes at his secret getaway cottage. From his job to love life, here’s what the Lord Of The Underworld has got to share with us! Mm, what do I do on my free day?Continue reading “An interview…with Satan: The finale!”
April is the cruellest month
In 1922, literature experienced a shift in its identity by the publication of one poem: ‘The Waste Land’. Confusing, confounding, radical; there are plenty of adjectives to describe the experience of reading the poem. Whether you like or loathe ‘The Waste Land’ (I lean towards the latter), its hard to deny that your first timeContinue reading “April is the cruellest month”
An interview…with Satan: Part Three
In this week’s edition of The auld Yorker, our Alan managed to have catch up with Satan over tea and cream cakes at his secret getaway cottage. From his job to love life, here’s what the Lord Of The Underworld has got to share with us! Look, that’s by-the-by! There’s no need to cry, hisContinue reading “An interview…with Satan: Part Three”
Tea with the Hatter
“What happens when you combine horror with Alice and Wonderland?” I explored this rabbit hole, following each of its dark tunnels until, eventually, I re-emerged with the shadow of a horrific, hybrid idea; the above is what it grew up to be… What do you think of this poem? Let me know in the commentsContinue reading “Tea with the Hatter”
An interview…with Satan: Part Two
In this week’s edition of The auld Yorker, our Alan managed to have catch up with Satan over tea and cream cakes at his secret getaway cottage. From his job to love life, here’s what the Lord Of The Underworld has got to share with us! Are there any perks in the job? To beContinue reading “An interview…with Satan: Part Two”
Electrify 