Excerpt (novel)

‘But that doesn’t mean to say, of course, there aren’t occasions now and then – extremely desolate occasions – when you think to yourself: ‘What a terrible mistake I’ve made with my life.’ And you get to thinking about a different life, a better life you might have had. For […]

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My eyes so full of wonder

I am sitting in the darkness, my eyes full of wonder, the scene in front of me is one of water and a boat that glides through the stage under a bridge surrounded by candles. And the music, it fills me up and my swollen heart is a purple smear […]

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El es hermoso

✈️Fez, 9:30pm I’ve just walked around the pool and I’m heading toward the entrance. In the dim light I pass a woman who is dabbing her eyes. I continue to walk  – and yet, after a few steps I stop. I turn around. The woman is now seated in the […]

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Public Reading (New York)

I will be reading from the manuscript of my new novel, Paper Flowers in Hudson, New York on 18 April at 5 30 at the Third Floor Gallery, 341 1/2 Warren Street, Hudson, New York along with a number of talented international writers. It’s free and open to the public. […]

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Give all to love

Give all to love;Obey thy heart;Friends, kindred, days,Estate, good fame,Plans, credit, and the muse;Nothing refuse.‘Tis a brave master,Let it have scope,Follow it utterly,Hope beyond hope;High and more high,It dives into noon,With wing unspent,Untold intent;But ’tis a god,Knows its own path,And the outlets of the sky.‘Tis not for the mean,It requireth […]

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Love Chapter II

Love Chapter IIKhalil GibranThen said Almitra, “Speak to us of Love.” And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said: When love beckons to you follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you […]

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A portrait of travel in New York City

I’m standing in the subway. East, West, South and North, I never get the street exit right. An old man, white mop of hair who smiles with lower teeth that thrust out at all angles grins at me and says that New Yorkers just know where they are ‘We know,’ […]

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On Music (Excerpt)

The record would begin and soon the listeners would be engrossed by those musicians who seemed to know how to blend together all that life contains, the real truth, the undeniable last word, the innermost core of all that is unbearably painful within a heart and all that is joyful, […]

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