A fistful of seashells.

As a child, life was a breeze. I wasn't afraid of anything because I didn't understand most things-the fury of the sea, the swirling sky, the range of human emotions and why faceless turtles lay motionless by the shore. As a child, beaches were about sea shells, dipping my feet in the water and chasing… Continue reading A fistful of seashells.


All you had to do was ask And I would've risked the fire Snapped open the stitches and the fibre On the elephant's carcass, festering The night shone like flintstones thrown together in the air Twirling amorously in the salty breeze The sand blowing into my face I tore through the crowd to salvage a… Continue reading