When you free a bird from your hand and cast it into the firmament its freedom is your hope, though its flight is irrelevant, and so it is with your words, where they fly they cannot be stopped but they must be released or that crippled mute called fear will cast deafness upon the world.
INDIVIDUALITY If the words that come from your mouth are not yours you have no voice. If the direction you move in is not of your choice you are going nowhere. If these are the markers of your life you will never be free. One of my greatest disappointments has been my own gender. […]
Have you ever tried a honest days work? 13 BLACK Neither a borrower nor a lender be is a phrase that does not sit comfortably with modern attitudes. Its origin is Shakespearian and is evincive of the perils of not cutting your coat according to your cloth. The satisfaction of not sleeping with the […]
A short poem of personal reconciliation LONG SHADOWS A blackbird sang upon a wire A song as old as time Beneath him crept a callow youth Bereft of thought or rhyme With gun in hand the prize was near No conscience lived to heed Led by his new born rottenness The hunter drew a bead […]