We sat around a table with interesting objects we had brought from home. A community of poet wannabes. Or poetry machines, Randy Marshall our chief instigator cheekily called us. He…

My heart breaks to read of the Egyptian looters and the irreparable damage they inflicted on the learning of future generations. Years and years of accumulated cultural heritage, lifeworlds and…

I’ve been creating representational art with pastels since I started learning to express myself with the medium, for a rather functional purpose — to de-stress while writing my dissertation. I…

i stare oblivious to the glare paper mountains scaled, as yet in vain there is no respite thoughts they desist word strings, one and then a few in caprice, halts…