Writer, published author, humorist, poet...
Dark as pitch - Dawn spreads light
Dark as dead - Dawn expires graves
Dark withers - Dawn freshness wears
Dark un-paths - Dawn re-strides.
(a call to alms)
fðlmes ðf þæt giernans
(hands of the beggars)
The moment we wake up
Before we put on our war-paint make up
We say a little anti-British prayer for you
While combing our Indian wigs now,
Reverence and humility
A rose without thorns
Purity and brightness;
You’re telling someone