You are Africa, my love A standing sentinel poised to breath life into every space you move in primed to colour the canvas in upbeat hues shed light…
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 mingling With distant sounds…
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…
These chirruping birds, this slight wind and these sparse clouds are our companions. They nourish us with priceless insight in the spaces between jazz, blues and silence. The…
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 claptrap of platforms hard-pressed angels till the…
Nothing you can do About the raised voices In the next room Nothing you can do Except cover your head Nothing you can do To cut the…
I like a smile When it is late afternoon A smile Masking its stark setting A woman has to be strong Even when she loses weight Even…
Let skin that bears the colour earth speak surprise Let it secrete messages as it breaths in renewal Let skin remember burns and scars that run athwart…
Take it easy, my friend, extend your freedom within the supple wrapping of your skin. No need to be terrified. Sit still and learn to see through…