Not for nothing you said “Welcome to Hell!” when we first met. You were as hot as hell, but I was warned that you tirelessly gave hell to everyone. How in hell did I fall for you? I soon realised you were no hell of a man, and ours turned out to be a match made in hell. Sure as hell, you became hell on earth, and loving you embodied a living hell. Who the hell did you think you were? There was no hope in hell and, scaring the hell out of me, you looked like hell i

Obsession number one look around you, but keep it to yourself: this is the gratuitous strife we were invited to, this is the scene where affliction wrecks the sienna-heart well before the end is due: you may choose to deliver a message of no surrender, but your death will remain a pending matter Obsession number two oh, the gleeful state of minds accepting the ticking of a lifespan as more than what it is: might we bear witness to this delusion, blood a pot of ink an

My poem to Federico García Lorca. This is my most recent contribution to the arts periodical Whispering Dialogue. Lorca left us the most beautiful poems and plays, yet unbelievably there is no recording of this voice... Here is the link (Photograph by IdR - statue of Lorca in Plaza de Santa Ana, Madrid)