I often make this mistaken assumption, when meeting others, that they have their tribe…I mean a crowd of humans, who will kill for them, who will catch them and raise them no matter how far[…]

Fog and confusion abounds. My need to marry my feral essence which has learned so many words, understood enough of humanity and the hideous ways of the horror we impose on the world and each[…]

When I emerge from the ocean, my senses more awake and aware than ever found on land, I feel my soul sigh, my spirit growl, as I move from wind and waves and mad lunar[…]

Reverie is the totem of Woman for my muddled senses ever eager, when gathered and sodden with the lucidity I despise when it renders me a good corporate citizen, when it encourages me to be[…]

I have long been drawn to whatever makes me feel so alive that the past and future are shadows unseen. My senses seek and demand nourishment, for good and ill. Whatever I am, lurches and[…]

The message from the street poets has long moved beyond thuggery. Where are the brazen heretics anywhere near the ears of the many? In the spotify, twitter permissible, zero challenge to our system gone so[…]

  This world… of corporate demands, smiles which end at the lips, pandemic pandering, war, war, more war, The Machine spitting out manufactured FEAR from every virtual orifice, and if not FEAR then OBEDIENCE to[…]

Their tunes are from yesteryear, but resonate presently as if they were produced this morning…. Whilst the produce borne of the Mcenroe tree and Pip Skid, John Smith and Gruf the Druid branches is lacking[…]

  Dessa is Woman fire in the blood. Her words emerge not from the realm of subjugated humanity, but of the wilderness where the once noble and strident howl and roar of old world humanity[…]

Illogic is one of those precious to me poets, who I am selfishly, arrogantly reluctant to share…for as much as I want everyone to relate, I know many will not, and this will be wasting[…]