Hope

Windy nights, black walls Dark memories & hard falls That's what I'm going through right now I'm walking in that road alone In it, I stand and scream From it, I'll soon be gone,

Love

Love is HAVING the things that take your breath away, and seem to make you sway. Love is that even when you're down, there's a smile HIDDEN behind your frown.

Streak The Tortoise

Streak The Tortoise

Oasis Of Boredom

Airports... A wonderland of boredom!

RABAT, MALTA

We've seen Mdina atop its hill Rabat is waiting for us still, So leave behind its age-old stones Its horses, bells and cicerones.[1] ***** Walk past the "Bacchus" restaurant[2]

MDINA, MALTA

Perched on high atop its hill The "Silent City" is far from still, (1) Cathedral bells in strident tones Seem to shake its age-old stones. In a cool and shaded street

TEARS AND FEARS

A very old man, he sits in a chair His stubble is white, so too his hair He looks straight ahead with an unseeing stare He fears when he passes that no one will care.

The Five Pound Note

Winner (with distinction) of the 2009 Citigroup creative writing competition on the theme of money.

Staccato

The beginning of a play.

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