On Sunday, 21st August 2016, I performed one of my poems at Trafalgar Square in London in memory of my ancestors, those who came and went, so that I could be. They would have come and gone unheralded, like most ancestors, simply mythical beings that have been handed down through the generations until they become grainy pictures in the mind or just footprints in a sandstorm. The ancestors who lived through the slavery years however fill me with a great sadness. The sadness com

Greetings You’ve probably gathered from my last post that I am supposed to be writing a book with the rather grand title "Rhythms Of My Life". However, I have been stuck in stasis, that place of motionlessness for such a long time, I am beginning to wonder if I will ever finish this book! I have done 50,000 words and the creative pool from which all my words come, seem to have run out and I cannot find another pool to dive into. I know the ideas will return, maybe I am being

I Sat There Probing Resolutely Behind The Elaborate Protection Of A Feather Tough Mind What I Finally Perused Made No Initial Sense What Stared Back At Me Was Virginal Innocence I Must Say At First I Was Really Bemused Then Fear Hit Me At How Easily This Mind Could Be Used With A Body So Strong And A Mind So Lethargic In The Wrong Hands The Results Could Be Tragic The Mind Said It Didn’t Really Like To Think Because It Could Never Really See The Link Between Analysing What Th