Be careful what you wish for.

A vagrant is told to leave a shopping mall.

A hobo goes back to his hometown.

A man down on his luck visits his hometown.

Wanders back to his past.

I wrote this poem about my Scottish wife and while I was in Scotland all the persons there kept calling her a cow.

A poem inspired by my wife, and the things she did to me and her daughters, all the evils and sins, she is no lady.

London 1900’s.

In the 80’s in Pretoria, Church Square was the daily retreat of vagrants, who slept all over the city, but came there in the day to do their ablutions and to recuperate from whatever had hit them during the night.

Man sitting on a wall.