Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,

A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,

I saw him for the first time ever; the one who stole my soul away. He appeared in a dream. I had never seem him before, yet no doubt it was him.

Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within

I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there

Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.

I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.

Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.

My garments have been stripped awa… along with any hope of tender merc… These feet made bare and sorely bl… It’s time again to bear your earth… Still it seems you know not what y…

Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.

Within this pilgrim’s soul exists a hungry beggar waif, who can never afford a moment of indifference or distraction. Alert to every aching nuance