[tabby title="Poem"] In time, will you decide to partways with your shadow? I can only imaginehow difficult it must be leaving a friendwho has always had your back behindin the slipstream of the wind. But it mustbe done. You must...

[tabby title="Poem"] My neighbour's baby girl was born into fire;Her first memories are tied to her olfactorysystem, she's seventeen now, and the smellof braaied meat still, to this day, conjures up feelings of loss and pain.Like clay wrapped venison her...

[tabby title="Poem"] Are your soles not tired Of beating against asphalt, Pavements, gravel roads - Pounding against cement and Parliament doors With feet unfit to tread on its polished floors? Are your soles not tired Of bearing the load of...

[tabby title="Poem"] My death will not warrant the commission of statues or inspire effigies burnt in my memory, there will be no funeral pyres to commemorate my great sacrifice nor will the weeping sun set fire to the stars. It...