(For our late Father Madiba)
They stand by in watch young and gullible; old and...

He crawls through the floor of life, unsettled by...
gracing the surface and voluptuous body of the...

My Girl are you fine, Is it the tears I see in...
Through the contours and tears of your bliss...

How many sleepless nights do I spend Counting...
In the dark what do I hope to reach for, except...

Across the melody of my song, Humming in the tune...
Through the twang of my slightly empty tin, I feel...

He saunters along the rain forests like the...
savouring the pervading air of spring and its...

The Shrine of a Burning Man
(Xenophobic attacks in South Africa...