I can speak a little french, but when i listen to the above I dont try to pick up anything in linguistic translation, its all about the solidarity of energy flowing through every raging poet.[…]

  Even those closest to me consider me a cynical bastard…   When I talk of those closest to me, I mean a handful. And close is used to indicate that they know me to[…]

I’ve switched off from close to all mainstream hippetyhop for some time now. Its as if the genre grew from its street roots, money came in, and for a long, long time, there remained in[…]

I like to play, appear to lack care in what I say, just let myself feel and express, the animal in me playing human then realising the mess, that my beastliness has created, and the[…]

She sages herself as part of her move from sleep to wake and going out into the world of the wide open eyes…Who is she sage-ing towards? Her dreams?…her self?..the world to come? I am[…]

I listen to people beyond what they say, My senses find little distance between the vivid dream journey, and counterpart in the wakefulness… I read avidly of those who have led lives beastly and real[…]

We are all moving so far away from our instincts that we are becoming our avatar, our social media output, our regurgitation of scripted responses, to scripted responses… There is no love in facebook. There[…]

Im a bit removed from the conversation of the dull majority I find when I hear most humans speak. Dull to me as I am dull to them. Its mutual, not one better than the[…]

  I sometimes find poetry which causes something to move within me that really matters, with every verse, every word…and its often, when rare and precious found…so far beyond what most other people I am[…]