By the time I was free to be myself, you were long gone. Distance is a wall and silence builds it brick by brick. And now, where are we standing? Between gaps in time, the words always come too late. Oh, how I wanted to show you all that I am, all I have to...

My love, I beg of you: Forget your eloquent evasions, show me your heart stripped bare. There's no use in wondering why your walls have kept me away. This is fierce love, not serrurie: set your castles on fire! Let all sense give way to senses. Hold me like tomorrow will never come, hold me in that heart of yours. You carry an inkling on your sleeve...

Homes turned furnace. Screaming dogs, burning forests, raining bombs... 

Fading like fireflies, rushing past our destiny, we lose...

blind me and bury me with shiny things and glaring screens so I don't see my broken heart. clutter my thoughts with...

You were once my world: enveloped in you, I could not see you. Now, I watch...

You never looked as beautiful as that one night in June, all dressed up in green. The setting sun...

The world is my sister, as broken and human as I. Forgive her shortcomings. Love her for...

When the birds once more are singing and the blaring metal monsters stopped screaming, I have found...

And there where I saw his bones in the everflow of the marsh, I wondered: Is he at rest? The waters flowing right through...

Bittersweet is the imminent premature end, a journey cut short of its promised destination... We climbed the highest mountains and drowned in flooded valleys, waiting for the final pinnacle. Waiting for the immaculate horizons to tell us: we made it. After...

My pens and papers have transported you here, near, ever dear; my ever faithful listening ear; as I whispered, serenaded, screamed and cried into the abyss...

Why have you left your Turtle Island home and spread your arms over Mzansi, our land of gold and sunshine turned silver frost. Will this winter wonderland become our hungerland? 

Maybe I’d bring you a bunch of sweet orange flowers. Is it ironic that I planted marigolds used to honor the dead? Is it ironic that love has never felt more alive? I’m never one to remember faces, but I can still see you staring at me. Except now it’s like black and white film without color. And I'm...

Cry with me, Mother, and let our teardrops turn to rock. You can strike me until I shatter into a million pieces: I will become the sands...

Will you be my jacaranda in October? Maybe it’s fall because the leaves are falling. Maybe it’s fall because I am falling. Maybe it’s spring because we say it is. A time to be alive, to...

I never tried to capture the sound of you, no music ever could. Even my greatest words fall short and memories, however cherished, feel painfully cheap. They all...

Oktobermaand is Pretoria showered in carpets of violet. Take me to the Southern hemisphere so that you and I can bathe once more in Spring where everything turns....

I grieve for the old man who isn't old at all, but his heart is wrinkled with pain. He is dying inside. How quickly a beam of sunshine...

I see the forests worshipped in their tall grandeur shading families from the scorching sun... From Colombia to Lenapehoking, this is Home