Tree Brothers
So far my tree brothers and sisters have not defended ourselves in the forest, lungs of the world that we are. Pushing and sensing we grow for a century or…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
So far my tree brothers and sisters have not defended ourselves in the forest, lungs of the world that we are. Pushing and sensing we grow for a century or…
I am not bothered what people say or do, but what they do say tells me something about them. Let them live in the world as it is not my…
I am walking lean; as mean, as possible. I will survive in the clothes that help me stand up, it is frayed and displayed and discriminated, thus according to those…
Human hands in ghostly white pushing into purity the walls of white drew me into the hall of initiation, in the oblong pod of a room, in the heart of…
It is now May of Africa forsaking the intelligent agendas and concerns of Brussels, Mrs May prefers to seek trade with countries that have appalling human rights records including genocide…