Writings


delicate emotions

  1. A Moment of Respite
  2. Sam’s Farewell Party
  3. Hopeless Romantic

horros / thrillers

  1. Horrors on the Graves Hill
  2. Bloodline

nursery rhymes / narrative poems

  1. The Scholar
  2. Interlude I
  3. The Boy
  4. Interlude II
  5. The Aristocrat 
  6. Interlude III
  7. The Exorcist
  8. Epilogue

Dramaturgy / PLAYWRIGHTing
  1. Programme Notes - BLASTED
  2. On Postdigital Performances
  3. Play - Grandfather, or As I Remembered

The Boy




The Boy I


Over the meadow, where sunlight gleams,

There wanders the Boy, in innocent dreams, 

With every step, a stumble and sway, 

In his world of wonder, he finds his way.



His mind a maze, where thoughts collide, 

Words like whispers, in shadows hide, 

Yet in his heart, a joy so pure, 

In fields of green, his dreams endure.



With every breath, a struggle to speak, 

Yet in his silence, a world unique, 

For in the rustle of leaves, the song of the lark, 

He finds his voice, in nature's arc.



His hands reach out, to touch the sky, 

To grasp the stars, as they pass by, 

But in his grasp, they slip away, 

A fleeting dream, in the light of day.



Yet wrapped in nature, he finds his peace, 

His laughter echoing, his worries cease, 

For in his innocence, in nature's care, 

The Boy finds solace, beyond compare.



The Boy II



In the woods so deep, so gloom and dull,

With fur as white as snow, a fox did call, 

Caught in a hunter's trap, her cry did ring, 

In the silence of the forest, her voice did sing.



Young Boy, with heart so pure and kind, 

Heard her plea, in the whispering wind, 

With gentle hands, he approached with care, 

To trace the source of anguish lingering in the air.



There, amidst the trees, in the dim-lit glade, 

He found the fox, in the trap's cruel shade, 

Her eyes, like amber, filled with pain, 

Yet in her gaze, a spirit untamed.



With trembling hands, he set her free, 

From chains of iron, from misery, 

He tended to her wounds, with tender touch, 

In nature's caress, they found as such.



Day by day, he nursed her back to health, 

With herbs and kindness, in abundance wealth, 

And as she healed, her gratitude grew, 

For this simple boy, whose heart rang true.



Then one night, beneath the stars' soft glow, 

The fox, with fur as white as snow, 

Bowed her head, in silent grace, 

To the Boy, her saviour, in this quiet place.



And as dawn broke, with colours bright, 

She bid farewell, to the boy of light, 

Yet in their hearts, a bond did grow, 

A kindred spirit, in nature's flow.




The Boy III


Stones, jeers and mocking eyes with cruel disdain,

The Boy, in torment, bears the weight of pain, 

His mind, a target where fear does bind,

His spirit, in ridicule’s chains, confined. 



Yet at the end of a tunnel, a light does shine, 

A maiden fair, with grace and eyes divine, 

She strides with elegance, to his side she came,

To shield him from the ruthless world's evil game.



With words as sharp as swords, she fends off spite, 

And in her eyes, he finds his guiding light, 

No longer does he cower, in terror's chase, 

For she, his champion, his saving grace.



In her embrace, he finds a love profound, 

A sanctuary, where peace is found, 

With every step, she walks by his side, 

In triumph's march, their spirits do abide.



No longer scorned, no longer left behind, 

In promises and vows, their hearts do bind, 

For she, his love, his guiding star, 

Leads him from the hither, to lands afar.




The Boy IV


The heart of the city, a hustling jungle,

Wanting to buy flowers for his lady, the Boy stumbled, 

His eyes wide open, pushing through the throng, 

Unaware of his fate that soon would belong.



A sudden hush, a screech, a scream and cry, 

As fate's cruel hand, did pass him by, 

A fleeing car, away his world did fade, 

As life's fragile thread, did gently unfrayed.



The maiden fair, with fruits in hand, 

Returned to find her beloved, lifeless on the land, 

With tearful eyes, she knelt beside, 

Her heart in pieces, her grief to confide.



She revealed her truth, in weeping, in woe

Her form, a fox, with fur as white as snow, 

For she, a spirit, he saved long ago, 

Returned to him, her life to bestow.



With whimpered voice, she made her plea, 

To the spirits of old, to set him free, 

And in sacrifice, she gave her all, 

To bring him back, from death's cruel call.