Born free! It's June 16! They crow like cocks proclaiming a new day to the child that stands before me clutching at her mother’s skirts as the traffic light turns red, she stares full of knowing. As I look in...

A dusty gust of wind In a dry cold June I look at the remnants of you The stone-throwers As I confidently stride On a cobbled highway Laid by your discontent Complacent As the infinite choices And countless vices Of...

I saw flesh and emotion unite I felt them breathe in a synchronised fashion They became one and in this divine being Emerged self acceptance. As the picture became clearer.. The smoke screen faded and I saw her... Her that...