Memories in the starlight

Memories are like starlight. They shine bright in the darkness of a melancholic mind. They nourish a longing body and cradle a saddened soul. They torture an insecure heart and cause a broken spirit to crumble. They live on, long after they were initially fuelled. They dazzle, like the light Read more…

Life imitates art

A couple of years ago a friend and I sat down in a tranquil bar in La Paz. We had been running around town, taking in its splendour and imperfections. Tasting its high-altitude air and vibe. The sound of progressive rock and a random collection of Lana del Rey tunes Read more…

The Liar

Poetry has never been my forte, but years ago during a persistent episode of demonic darkness I decided to take up my pen to release my mind. As the words started flowing, I found myself writing in rhyme. Afterwards my heart was filled with dread. The words didn’t look right, Read more…

Heroes and heretics

The notion that some people are classified as heroes and others as villains has always intrigued me. Growing up, fairy tales and histories with their respective protagonists captured my imagination. More recently I have been thinking a lot about heroism because both of my main characters in The Edge of Read more…