In times gone by,
In war and peace,
In times to come,
And never to cease.
Time and time again,
When ‘it’ hits the fan,
The first and last resort,
Is...
Every week, a blank page waits for me
Silent, patient and expectant,
It does not ask for perfection,
Only Honesty.
People often wonder
Why a columnist writes again and...
Upon the narrow spine of earth
that rises gently over the river’s hush,
morning spills its molten gold—
an orange hymn across the sky.
Two figures walk with...