For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails

I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.

Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,

It seems for ages, I have been trapped behind yet another version of what I want to think I know. I was so sure I loved you

Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,

These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;

Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.

I hold truth as the highest princi… I am a liar. I value honesty over all else. I am a thief. I expect integrity from you.

I come to the village well today, though without a need to drink. My worldly thirst now quenched, with home and hearth supplied. I am here to fill a deeper vessel

Almost silent, A numbing hum. It is a cold cloudless night. A brilliant bone-white moon hovers amidst stars upon stars upon stars…

I am awash with tears of mourning for what I thought was dead and go… as though a flood of holy water has broken through the stony dam I contrived to spare this brittle…

I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly