Books Read in 2017 (32)

1.Anna Karenina – Leo Tolstoy
2.The Intern’s Handbook – Shane Kuhn
3.Franny and Zooey – J.D. Salinger
4.Harry Potter and the Cursed Child – J.K. Rowling, John Tiffany & Jack Thorne
5.The Bachelor Brother’s Bedside Companion – Bill Richardson
6.Perfume – Patrick Süskind
7.Ariel – Sylvia Plath
8.No Country For Old Men – Cormac McCarthy
9.Death of a Salesman – Arthur Miller
10.All The Light We Cannot See – Anthony Doerr
11.Talking About Detective Fiction – P.D. James
12.Ablutions – Patrick deWitt
13.The Suspicions of Mr. Whicher – Kate Summerscale
14.Among the Ruins – Ausma Zehanat Khan
15.We Are What We Pretend To Be – Kurt Vonnegut
16.2001: A Space Odyssey – Arthur C. Clarke
17.Born A Crime – Trevor Noah
18.Northanger Abbey – Jane Austen
19.First Among Sequels – Jasper Fforde
20.Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? – Philip K Dick
21.Flappers: Six Women of a Dangerous Generation – Judith Mackrell
22. One Of Our Thursdays Is Missing – Jasper Fforde
23.A Few Figs From Thistles – Edna St. Vincent Millay
24.The Martian Chronicles – Ray Bradbury
25.One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest – Ken Kesey
26.I, Robot – Isaac Asimov
27.The Fellowship of the Ring – J. R. R. Tolkien
28.Animal Farm – George Orwell
29.The Two Towers – J. R. R. Tolkien
30.Return of the King – J. R. R. Tolkien
31.Difficult Women – Roxane Gay
32.The House at Riverton – Kate Morton


Your skin against mine
as we lie together in bed
warm and plainly sweet
like the rising, baking bread.

I am thankful to realize a
happy moment whilst still in it
and lounge in the luxury
purely content for a minute.

Although I want to savour this
and try my very best
my eyelids find each other
at the daylight’s hasty recess.

Sleep pulls me from the moment
the gentle breathing of my lung
how lucky I am to fall asleep with
the taste of fresh bread on my tongue.


Oh, right.

Sometimes I indulge myself
for a mere wisp of a second
thinking that we could have
been happy together before I
remember that we were too
predictably inconsistent
to be anything but a tragedy.


Reluctant Conqueror

Yes, there are blood stains on my hands
but I wish the history books understood
that I had not meant to start a war-
my nails were sharper than I knew
and my strength greater than expected
truly, truly it was not my intention
to draw first blood and lay siege
but when backed into a corner
anyone can become a warrior, a leader
and though I left the world in ashes
I doubt you would have done differently.

It was not valour, it was survival.


Come on now.

Those people with
sticky, syrupy
overly saccharine like
artificial sweetener,
I do not like you.
You are trying to
feed me sugar but it’s
forced down like cyanide.
Give me your dark chocolate
we all have a little


Run Away With Me

Put your ear to the rails
just to hear it buzz
a train is coming
and always was-
it won’t stop here
nor will it wait
so pack your bags
do not be late
we’ll run alongside and
hitch a ride my dear
it will take us
somewhere far from here
we’ll only look forward
and never back
our past will be
just a set of tracks.



Some people think the most important
thing to say and mean is
I love you
but I think something that conveys
so much more is
I’ll be there.
I’ll be there when the dark skies roll in
both in the happiness of evening and
for the tremors that grip you
in the late night hours.
I’ll be there when I love you beyond comprehension
and even when I do not like you very much.
I’ll be there when you’re on top of the world
and by your side when you hit rock bottom.
In celebration or in misery
you will never have to be alone again.




We were infatuated
falling in love as if
we were on a carousel;
fine as long as we kept
our eyes on each other
and ignoring that
everything else had spun
into a blurry chaos.

Our ticket was only good
for a couple of turns
and the ride was over
before either of us was ready.
We parted ways with a kiss
smiling sadly at the laughing lovers
still waiting in line to
experience the high price of dizziness.