the Inner River

"Now the long road of the pilgrimage meets the path of the nile... Canyons of orange and beige roll down into empty dells of rust and bone; dusted staircases and shattered statues licked with gold. Pillars of alabaster split the horizon and strange mountains rise like chiselled breasts, mocking the sky."

My Love Is Your Love

Take that fever! Been feeling ill a lot recently - seem to be getting one illness after another. This winter has been unkind... If you don't know what neutropenia is you should look it up. It's hell. But spring is finally here! Apart from planning my next trip through Africa (Ghana again, Burkina Faso, Mali, [...]

A City Lies – A Poem

Black crows sail the purple sky. Clouded mass of scattered black, Circling round and plummeting down like Shooting stars – burnt out; ash. But see them rise again; bolting back, Like acrobats from distant Mars. Look at how they steal this night, winged as bats; And skilled as the throat of the messenger lark. The [...]