An attempt at describing the indescribable experience of inspiration and poetry writingIt is often said that the mystical happens at the crossroads between time and spaceWith its crescendo undulations of past, present and future, the beach is exactly thatWalking along the breadth of such on a lazy Sunday…

African children playing in a park in Ghana

 To days when yes was yes, and no was no, and maybe made sense even when the month wasn’t May and there were no bees to be found. To the final run of teeth through school girl hair in anticipation of seven o’clock when cartoon network assumed its…

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