A Poem: I Wonder

Even as you sit in judgement of my colour, my clothing, the way I walk,  how I talk, of my tattoos and my piercings.

A Dog Has Died

A dog has died I buried him in the garden next to a rusted old machine.

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.