It’s hard to believe in summer
In the dead of winter...

bees and pollen
rabbits and head lights...

Authentic love is the only love there can be
One night stands can not and will not compare...

God means different things to different people
You cannot run away from that one...

Farting on a Sunday is somehow unsociable
Life is like one long funeral message...

what is it with the waking hour?
words scampering to reach my page...

This is not a fair world
Some of us are born clever than others...

sitting at the table of life
the truth of my blood; my heritage...

Sparrow fidget!
That window in time...

The hypnotic phenomena, lying dormant within the...
Is without doubt, food for thought...

At the heart of freedom
Lies the pulse of “hope...

The inner me longs for nature deep
Dawn a winter's day on the high-veld...