Anatomy of Political Madness
Behold, the galloping madness! Haunted by the terrifying sound of the owl, and the image in the mirror – a hyena in full drool -, the King charges forth, unaware of the point of no return on a perilous path. Meanwhile, probity lies prostrate, defeated; Ignorance rests its leg on it in smug triumph. […]
This Travelers Palm
After years of nursed anticipation years of endured indifference years of standstill stares years of suspended joy Now this year the year of descended pain you have ascended the sky
The Corona Chronicles
A walk, a Judo roll, a ‘cushion fall’, a stretch, a shower, a bowl of fruit to allow thoughts to dart and roam while tethered on a rock of (un)certainty: we are a rare flare of light from the clash of distant gods – fragments, united by chance and circumstance
