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 Scholar


This is a part of a story



The Scholar I




In dreams, I wandered through moonlit halls,

Where shadows dance and whispers call, 

A blithe beauty, fair and true, 

Azure, a vision, my heart pursued.



Her form, ethereal, in twilight's glow, 

A phantom's grace, in umbra' flow, 

Yet in my soul, her presence blooms, 

A haunting melody, in silent rooms.



I sought her in the depths of night, 

With whispered prayers and candles' light, 

In the realm where spirits roam, 

Azure, my muse, forever alone.



Though veiled in mist, her essence gleams, 

A spectral love, beyond earthly schemes, 

In dreams, I linger, longing for her grace, 

Azure, my phantom, in this enchanted place.


The Scholar II




Oh, elusive spectre, Azure divine,

With hushed murmurs, you tantalise, 

A vision fleeting, yet ever near, 

In dreams, in stupor, I find you here.



I chase your ghost through labyrinthine halls, 

Through derelict gardens, where darkness falls, 

With every ritual, every hushed spell, 

I seek to pierce the veil, where you dwell.



My mind consumed, my senses ensnared, 

By the allure of your presence, by the secrets bared, 

I'll brave the depths of madness, the depths of night, 

To grasp your phantom form, to hold you tight.



For in your haunting gaze, I see my fate, 

Bound to you, in love, in hate, 

Oh, Azure, phantom of my desire, 

I'll brave the abyss, I'll never tire.



Though the world may mock, though reason may flee, 

I'll journey through the nether, to set you free, 

In this relentless quest, I stake my claim, 

To dwell with you, in passion's flame.



The Scholar III



In the dim-lit chamber, where demons crawl,

I conjure visions, I heed the call, 

With incantations, old rituals spun, 

I seek to bridge the gap, where life's begun.



In circles drawn with blood, with candles' flame, 

I summon spirits, I speak their name, 

Through arcane knowledge, through forbidden lore, 

I'll tear the veil, forever-more.



But as the hours wane, as deadness creeps, 

I tread the path where madness sleeps, 

In desperation's grip, I grasp for light, 

In substances and potions, in visions bright.



I drink the elixir, I inhale the fumes, 

To transcend the border, where death looms, 

In hallucinogenic haze, I see her face, 

Azure, my love, my saving grace.



Yet in this abyss, where madness reigns, 

I lose myself, in spectral chains, 

For every ritual, every desperate plea, 

Draws me deeper, into eternity.

Oh, Azure, phantom of the divine grace, 

In imps' caper, I see your face, 

But in this descent, this macabre dance, 

I lose myself, in madness's trance.