she guided my hand
and allowed me to touch the source of life...

Pass me the salt please...

Can you play the memory game?
Who was wrong...

Intersecting past and future, ‘is now’!
You need to learn the art of self-discovery...

The New Zealand shootings
The weeping souls of Islam...

all things central to the phallus image
The centre of 'our' universe...

I come from my dream time
I am a little confused...

Spin doctors play a part
Head games, seeding reasonable doubt...

We are the fringe people
The last white hopes down on a street...

There is a poet in chains, inside of me
Pain and burning emotions make good lines...

the “I” in me!
I find myself writing these poems...

”In God I trust...