I of III being knee-deep in mucktransfixed on the starlightshine in another’s eyes II of IIINothing sets in until you see that path on their body. The meek journey-of-hands traveled by so many before. A simple route across the chest, crossing on the sternum, up to the shoulders. Unity to the Catholics, revered as being in need of precise blessings. Oh, hospital shine — fluorescence off surgica...

Time’s arms’ contortionsreach new radiansready for the early birdif the young sparrowwould pull its beak up—A.D.

I of III being knee-deep in mucktransfixed on the starlightshine in another’s eyes II of IIINothing sets in until you see that path on their body. The meek journey-of-hands traveled by so many before. A simple route across the chest, crossing on the sternum, up to the shoulders. Unity to the Catholics, revered as being in need of precise blessings. Oh, hospital shine — fluorescence off surgica...

I write. I write a lot, I write a little but I always write. It helps me think, breathe, organise and compartmentalise all the jumbled up things going on in my head. When I was small, smaller than I am now, the seeds of authorship were sewn in me: my dad wrote me stories, my mum taught me what acting was and how to become part of someone else’s adventure. But that isn’t new or revolutionary or...

A lone construction surveyor navigates the mysterious lower level of a soon-to-be demolished building. Burdened with the task of mapping the infrastructure’s network of ancient utility lines and deteriorating foundation, he descends deeper into paranoia as his measurements begin contradicting his findings.‘In My Room’ is Discrete’s debut music video directed by emerging filmmaker, Colin Greenf...

It’s a second-guessingselling yourself short on the stardust within It’s cause?no trust in your only toolleaving headspacefor superstitions of thepresent and their high demand.  Everything obscured by clouded judgment in our everyday lives rampages once againbrought back to the limelight Second-guessing only smothersnascent embers in their most vulnerable hour

“The Human World is a mess,” said a wise and loyal crab, in the 1990’s Disney film ’The Little Mermaid’, and boy was he right! It’s now 2019, and it’s still a mess Sebastian -Political scandals, power and control are what we have to contend with. I wouldn’t be surprised if the Disney remake has Ariel, wanting to stay in the sea because why would anyone, human or mermaid want to live in such a c...

The sea,the ocean,and the watery depthsare simple categorisations.My throbbing and pulsing organ is the rhythmic ebb and flow of the tideAnd my flowing and trickling blood beneath my skin is the frothy seafoam that covers the granule sandsI could focus on breathing the healthy sea breeze, but I cannot feel itHearing the therapeutic sounds of a coastal beach, but I cannot hear itThe salty taste ...

I need the seathe sea needs meI need its sea breezeto fill my lungs;to help me breathe clearerThe sea demands meto breathe it into exude life's anxietiesI need the sounds of the tide;therapeutic audio waves,to induce a peaceful state.I need the sea's water;its salty and rich lifeforceto cleanse my hair, my skin,The sea needs meto take it into soak and submergeto start life anew