
out where the river is flowing, you drown like steel in the lake
"out where the river is flowing
you drown like steel in the lake"

i die here
this war unendingthis gun ever firing this jungle is under siegethis trench is no more safe this war is as realas air in my nostril but […]

to the boys
To the boyswho for the trauma dished by bulliessneaked into army barracksto transfer aggressionon a peaceful nationand cover their trackswith sick ‘unification’ lies…It was really peaceful […]

we were lovers
you were sunlight,the reason I long for dawnbut darkness engulfs me in many shades of pain‘Sunlight!!!’ my cry all night unfortunately, the sun does not set […]

Why Are Empathy and Inclusion Such A Challenge?
An excellent place to start on the path to inclusion is with empathy. However, empathy alone is not sufficient and, on occasion, may even be utterly insufficient.

pull out of the square holes
his emotions are scattered stars,dangling from cloudless skies,forming their own constellation, light years away from the normsthat feed the stereotypes,threatening to engulf him,in the arms of […]

in my country
…in my country,the path to home is so shameless while other nations charta pathway to the moon and back we can’t trace the road to workwithout […]

To The Good, Kind, And Innocent Men
We must learn to dismantle, counter, disprove, and rewrite the stories that some women through the media, use to denigrate, discredit, and dismiss men.

International Men’s Day: Dismantling Stereotypes
Every year on November 19, people throughout the world observe International Men's Day (IMD) to honor and celebrate the cultural, political, and social accomplishments of men.

Do I need to buy my own ISBNs as a self-published author?
Do I need to buy my own ISBNs as a self-published author, or can I utilise the free ones provided by Amazon KDP, Lulu, Kobo, Ingram Spark, and other services instead?

Is Loneliness Bothering You?
Loneliness is about missing what you previously had, not about the lack of people.

It’s A Slow Fade
soon, when next you turn around to look, again, at her, instead of fond memories & butterflies you see a statue still, stale, & strange...
