It's Still Life

The Architecture of a Moment The Architecture of a Lodger (long form) A single word becomes a key.It turns the lock on a moment,and a memory enterslike a ghost,a lodger,furnishing my mindwith its own, particular light. It feeds all dayon the steam rising from my coffee,on the rhythm of my walk,on a note, a song,on…

The Architecture of a Moment Why the Cello Weeps (long form) Why a bow drawsnot a note,but a breath hauledfrom a deeper lungthan mine? Why the strings’ vibrationfeels like the slow fractureof a continent? This is the soundof memorywearing its own shadow. A grounded, human cryfrom a voice that walksits ruins,its empty halls. It stands…

The Architecture of a Moment The Architecture of Petrichor (long-form list poem) Because the sky held itself too long.Because dust remembers it is earth.Because the stones hum a low, cool note.Because the roots murmur back to leaves. Because we recognise the smell of beginnings.Because it is the scent of promises kept.Because it carries the ghost…

The Architecture of a Moment The Architecture of an Edge (Long Form) Squint against the flat, white skyand you will see him—my gnarled oak,his roiling roots clenched in the earthlike a fistful of stubborn prayers. He listens to the gibberish of starlings,a language he once knewbut can no longer shape. He watches the bubble of…

The Architecture of a Moment Notes: Rooted in the oldest English tradition, Anglo-Saxon accentual verse follows the rhythm of breath and heartbeat rather than syllable or rhyme, where meaning is carried by cadence, image, and pause. The Architecture at the Edge (Accentual Verse) Squint at the sky,that flat white sheet,and there he stands:my gnarled old…