1. il-ġebla
english translation: the rock

2024
i speak the language of the earth
i feel my body slipping into synch with the rhythms of the earth, subconsciously waning & waxing on time. the rocks sing me to sleep sometimes. the grass is my bed, the moss my blanket & my head rests on pillows of mushrooms.

this is where i feel most myself (other than by the sea)… walking barefoot in the grass, marvelling at birds’ nests, foraging for four-leaf clovers & lying in the sun while indulging in fresh gozitan bread
gozo emerges shimmering in my mind
like a dream from childhood
mushroom rock & other fairytales
ploughing patterns into the land

king of the beach
contemplations on bees & the secret worlds they create
scenes from some kind of outlandish dream

while the sea is still sleeping

we are built of the same rock,
the same sea,
the same sky

moulding to each other, meeting in the middle
2023
are you sleeping while i’m away?
your face seems softer each time i return; it’s as though time stops on the island when i’m not here... but perhaps that’s just one of the things we tell ourselves to hide in the dark.



2022
the golden days
& the living is easy





hands hard at work,
hands flowing like the waves






