Looking back gives perspective as to where we...
That is the power of history...
The mysterious ‘presence’ syndrome
Demons on the move...
Who is God?
What is God...
For the eight time this year,
Where were you again...
lost my balance just the other day
a fleeting moment of uncertainty...
Yesterday found itself far from home.
Running from what home will be...
the imagery of light plays heavily on the use of...
all things cast a shadow, living proof of...
can my growing old, be translated into words?
old friends swapping stories, of ailments...
It’s hard when you get that dreadful feeling
Like there’s nothing in your power to stop...
can you not see, when your eyes are closed...
So many lives
Try’s...
When Will We Wake Up?
I am So tire, Tire Of Racism...