2nd Chapter of the Novella "Death Was Just The Beginning"

It is necessary to focus on the front glass pane while driving our own lives, and not on the rear view mirrors which are the past events.

"Confined in solitary, Not in loneliness. I have many companions, Despair, horror, desperation."

Often our circumstances weigh on our spirits. It is hard to create when we are dealing with the issues of others who seek to hinder us. Sometimes it seems as though our very air supply has been cut off.

A simple poem modeled after "So much depends on…" by Langston Hughes.

An essay about the novel The Count of Monte Cristo.

A short story about your life wasting away, imprisoned.

On holiday in Cape Town I have just visited Robben Island where Nelson Mandela was imprisoned for 19 years. I have stood in the tiny cell that he occupied for 12 of them. I was shown around by a man who was arrested as a student in high school. He was a student protesting about inequality and for human rights for the black South African.

Fourth of a six part series of poems that delve into the psychology behind psychiatry.

Bright Darkness.