The death I love is the death of ignorance the death that buries one in fresh pages of everlasting movement between despair and hope the ...

I know rightly that the day after tomorrow you and I my sister will be holding hands peering at the thick clouds that threaten to c...

This heartache of days spent walking alleyways ignored overlooked shifted defined ruled overruled This heartache ...

That cloudy Saturday morning you and I went to the Main Mall You and I entered a clothing shop to buy a sparkling red hand bag th...

You are Africa, my love A standing sentinel poised to breath life into every space you move in primed to colour the canvas in upbea...

This bright and chilly mid-morning Birds tweet and excrete in mid-air Their frenzy heightened By fresh gusts of wind And swirling dust Their melodies ...

Say goodbye before you go at least say one half of a goodbye before you leave only to look back one last time before you take leave before you leave b...

These chirruping birds, this slight wind and these sparse clouds are our companions. They nourish us with priceless insight in the spaces between jazz...

The heat we suffer is in the tears of babies the stifled cries of children Whose future is snatched By grubby fingers Of those who can’t think Beyond ...

Beyond the tiresome alphabet of boardroom labels Beyond the euphemised hunger of art galleries Beyond sham renditions of experience beyond the claptra...