Hawking, Stoker and Hosseini

We all have our rough days, more often than not and when it gets to the point where the rug really gets pulled out from under my feet, the only thing that makes me feel like me again are books. Books and candles. There’s something pretty comforting about cozying up in a blanket, candles lit…

‘Annabel Lee’

I recently came across Edgar Allan Poe’s poem ‘Annabel Lee’ in ‘Lady Midnight’ by Cassandra Clare. It tickled something in the back of my mind and I realised I’d read it once before when I was in school. Reading it again, with and without a certain context made me think of so many different things…

Iron Flutter

A small cast of iron Winds around your finger Beams hit the walls, as you move In the yellow diamond room A moth ridden chair at your back Sits in quiet melancholy Half burnt cuban cigar dangles from your fingers Calloused, yellow, you move To the powdery books Unturned, rotten yellow pages You thumb your…