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...

At first, I did not see
I was deaf in my blindness...

When I finally walked into God, I found out he was...
That God of the holocaust who heaps silent...

A wisp of mist, like smoke rising from the virgin...
Dawn and me on the move...

GUNS
What is it about people with guns...

Blind fold in place
Hearing aid on my bed side table...

We punt with what we have, no more
What can we do...

Here in this deep silent place
I meet myself again...